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good. “Or worse, hurt or stabbed.”
    She giggled and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth .  His gaze rested there. If he had thought she had amazing lips on the bus earlier, watching them form words, express thoughts, and curve into that incredible smile left him wanting. Wanting to kiss them and find out if they were as soft as they looked.
    “I work in that area . I was okay, it’s not as bad as it seems.”
    “Amazing.” He reached for his gl ass and looked over her at it. “So, what do you do that has you working in that area?”
    “No!” She shook her head and her shoulder l ength honey colored ringlets swung slightly. “I hate telling men what I do.” Casting him an apologetic look, she smiled. “Most men are intimidated.”
    He loved it . He translated that to mean she had a position of power. Next to money, power made him tick. “Okay, fair enough, you can tell me when you’re ready.”
    She took a healthy sip from her glass , and then fluttered long, thick lashes at him. “What were you doing on the bus today if you live at this end of town?”
    He nodded and sighed as her full , perfectly kissable mouth rested on the lip of the goblet. “It was a very bad day” he almost mumbled. Reaching for the bottle, he topped off his wine. After setting the bottle down, he lifted his glass and took a sip.
    “Let me guess, when you’re not riding the bus, your other vehicle is a Porsche?”
    “Maserati , which I drove a few times, then received a speeding ticket for going insanely over the speed limit, and lost my license.”
    She lowered her glass and blinked. Full lips pursed together and her eyes widened. “You’re serious?”
    “I am.” He wanted to kiss her; it was damn near overwhelming. Placing his glass on the table, he leaned in close to her. Close enough that he could smell the wine on her lips and the trace of her perfume. “I hated my day. My evening was turning out just as bad, but then, there you were.”
    “On the bus or at the bar?” Her sudden uncertainty was a huge turn on as her lips pressed together hesitantly.
    He ran his gaze over her mouth. “Both. Having you here now has made everything bad about today completely worth it.”
    Her blue eyes scanned his face , and then glanced around the restaurant before fixing their attention on him again. “Why did you follow me today after I got off the bus?”
    “Because... I had to. There was something about you.” His gaze fell to her lips again, then lifted. “I was also curious as to the color of your eyes.”
    “They’re blue.”
    Chuckling, he nodded. “I can see that.” He pulled back slightly and lifted his glass, emptying the contents of the red liquid. “I don’t need the fifty dollars.” He thought of the woman who had gotten tears of joy in her eyes because she could afford food.
    Abby frowned. “What’s wrong?”
    He placed the empty glass on the table a nd leaned in very close to her. She studied him intently and looked genuinely worried. “Do you have any idea how much difference you made in those people’s lives, even if it was temporary?”
    “I never really thought about it, only about how good it felt doing it.”
    He had barely heard her. Her voice was soft; lashes fluttered as she glanced to his lips, before she met his gaze again. She wanted him to kiss her and he wanted to. “Do you have any idea what difference you made in my life?”
    “I thought you didn’t need the money?”
    He grinned. “It has nothing to do with the money.”
    Her lips parted slightly and he leaned his face closer to hers across the table. Her lashes closed and he shut his just before his lips brushed against hers. Pressing his mouth harder against hers, he savored the fullness. Heat moved through his body and over his skin while his groin stirred. She responded with light pressure then lifted her lips. He opened his eyes and stared into hers as she peered at him through her thick lashes. Though brief, the kiss was