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I’d never thought of that.”
    â€œAre you sure you don’t just come out here to see if you can find some handsome stranger who’ll whisk you away to an exotic location for the weekend?”
    â€œNow that’s an intriguing idea,” she said thoughtfully. She gave him a dazzling smile. “Going anywhere interesting?”
    He returned the smile. “Home.”
    â€œCare to take me along?”
    He surveyed her slowly, dark eyes burning into her very soul. “Now that really is an intriguing idea,” he said softly, leaving the words to whisper along her spine like a gentle, intimate caress.
    Lindsay’s heart slammed against her ribs. Suddenly the innocent game had turned serious and she couldn’t figure out when the rules had changed. One minute they’d been teasing and the next they were...what? Still teasing, she told herself sternly. What else could it be? Strangers did not pick each other up in airports and fly home together. Her gaze lifted to meet the dark-eyed stare that hadn’t wavered one tiny bit. On second thought...
    â€œYou’re not drinking your coffee,” he said quietly.
    Lindsay picked up the cup absentmindedly, her hand shaking so badly she nearly spilled it. If he laughs, I’ll throw it in his face, she thought furiously. He had no right to get to her like this. She gave herself a mental shake. It was hardly his fault that her brain had turned into mush back at the candy counter. Maybe there’d been something weird in the chocolate. Nope. It had happened long before she’d taken the first bite. It had happened when he’d first looked into her eyes, when she’d first seen those devastating dimples.
    â€œDon’t you have a flight to catch?” she asked hopefully. This encounter had probably gone on long enough. She was getting more of those funny little feelings in the pit of her stomach, and now they had nothing to do with his excessive use of sugar.
    â€œNot right away. We have plenty of time to catch up on old times.”
    â€œOld times?” she echoed weakly. She’d obviously spent too much time with staid corporate types, who talked about rational things like production figures, bottom lines and industry trends. She was having trouble following this man’s train of thought.
    â€œIt’s been nearly an hour. What have you been doing with yourself?”
    Lindsay blinked and looked at him to see if there was the slightest sign that his mental breakdown was as complete as hers seemed to be. Was that something you should be able to see by looking into a person’s eyes? She stared into his. They looked perfectly normal...dark and intriguingly dangerous, clear as a bell and interested. Very interested. She gulped.
    â€œHave you missed me?” he asked with an impish grin.
    â€œHardly.” Well, now, she admitted to herself, that was not exactly true. He hadn’t been far from her thoughts for the past hour or more. It was hardly something to confess, however.
    He looked hurt and she felt the strangest need to apologize.
    â€œI’m sorry,” she heard herself saying, then added, “Have you missed me?” Even after the perfectly ridiculous question was out of her mouth, she couldn’t believe she was actually waiting breathlessly for his answer.
    â€œTerribly,” he said solemnly.
    Lindsay started to chuckle at the man’s outrageousness, but then her gaze met his...and held. Her heart skittered crazily again. The man was lethal. Definitely lethal. Or she’d been bored beyond reason waiting for this dumb flight.
    Or maybe she’d just been bored lately by her life.
    That nagging possibility crept in so unexpectedly, it took her breath away. She gazed back into speculative eyes, then looked away. At the untouched coffee. At the steady line of customers surveying the coffee shop’s arrayof salads and sandwiches. At her watch. Suddenly her eyes widened in