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peppered him with an array of queries.
    “Do women really taste like tuna?”
    “No. Absolutely not.”
    “Is it fair that some men expect a woman to give them head but refuse to return the favor?”
    “Hardly.”
    “Do men like regular sex or getting head more?”
    “That depends on the moment—and the woman.”
    If she was trying to turn him on, she was doing a good job of it. He took a sip of whisky and nearly choked at her next question.
    “What does it feel like to be inside a woman?” She leaned toward him, her gaze fixed on his, her chin resting on her hand.
    “Um—”
    “Good grief, Kara, are you interviewing him?” Holly laughed, stood. “If you’ll excuse me for a moment, I need to use the ladies’ room.”
    Kara giggled, then made a grave face and spoke with mock severity, as if quoting a newspaper headline. “Sen. Sheridan Says Not All Women Like Oral Sex.”
    Reece laughed. “It’s Reece, and please tell me this isn’t tomorrow’s lead story.”
    “I’m afraid it is, Senator.” She looked at him sternly. “It’s a senatorial sexposé.”
    A moment later he caught sight of Holly as she waved good-bye to him and slipped out the front door.
    In his mind, he heard the doors of the trap swing shut with a clang.

CHAPTER 2
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    R EECE SHIFTED his gaze back to Kara, who was licking salt from the rim of her margarita glass with a distracting pink tongue. “How are you getting home?”
    She glanced across the table at Holly’s vacant spot. “Holly is driving me. Coming here was her idea.”
    From her tone of voice, Reece gathered Kara hadn’t wanted to come along, an intriguing notion, since she’d obviously gotten very much into the spirit of the place. “I think Holly has deserted you. She just walked out the door.”
    The look of panicked surprise on Kara’s face as Holly passed them outside the window and blew them a kiss convinced him Kara was as caught in Holly’s snare as he. He felt oddly relieved. He didn’t have much respect for women who tried to manipulate men into bed. Since he’d been elected, he’d met far too many women like that—grasping women who sized up men according to social status and potential future earnings and saw sex as the fastest means of securing their share.
    That sort of woman hadn’t been interested in him at all when he’d been nothing more than a high school social studies teacher and youth soccer coach. But once the title “Senator” had been placed before his name, they couldn’t spread their legs fast enough. He had learned the hard way not to take a sexy, willing woman at face value.
    But it was obvious Kara hadn’t been privy to Holly’sscheming. She sat for a moment, eyes wide with astonishment. Then she grabbed her purse, threw her credit card on the table, stood—or tried to stand. But three margaritas had taken their toll.
    Reece jumped to his feet and reached out with both arms to steady her before she fell into the aisle. “Careful.”
    “I have to catch up with her. I don’t have cash for cab fare. I’ll have to walk home.” There was genuine worry in her eyes.
    Reece couldn’t blame her. The streets of Denver weren’t the safest place for a woman at night—particularly one who’d had three. He reached for his coat. “It’s allright, Kara. I’ll drive you.”
    She looked at him, her green-gold eyes clouded by uncertainty. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”
    “Not at all.” Reece was a bit surprised to realize he was telling the truth.
    As soon as Kara had paid the bill—her friend had thoughtfully abandoned that, as well—Reece led her out into the cold January night and down the icy sidewalk.
    The shock of Holly’s trickery seemed at first to rob Kara of her tequila-induced chattiness, and they walked in silence. This wasn’t entirely a bad thing, as Reece wasn’t sure he could have endured more of her seductively blunt questions without embarrassing himself.
    What does it feel like to be inside a woman?