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to enjoy conversation with friends or simply unwind with a drink and not be disturbed.
    They slipped into a corner booth. Guy laid Cupid’s Delight , with its bright red cover, on the table. Reminding them of why they were here. Keeping the magic connection between them.
    A waitress appeared at their table. “What can I get you?”
    “Do you have any krupnik?” Blaise asked.
    The young server’s brow crinkled. “I don’t…”
    “It’s a honey flavored drink,” Guy told her.
    She shook her head. “I don’t think we have that.” Then a smile stole across her face. “But maybe I can come up with something.”
    She left, and the two of them sat without speaking. The silence was a comfortable cocoon enveloping them, connecting them. There was no need for speech.
    A bit later, the waitress returned with two rocks glasses half-filled with an amber liquid. “Honey flavored Kentucky bourbon,” she explained as she served them.
    Guy paid the woman, then lifted his glass in a toast.
    Blaise followed suit. “What shall we toast?”
    “To happy accidents,” he proposed.
    “That works for me.” They clinked their glasses, and Blaise took a sip. Though unusually sweet, the drink had the familiar burn of whiskey. Heat spread down her throat to her belly and below.
    He touched the book. “Shall we continue?”
    She nodded, and Guy opened to the page and began to read. People around them chatted and laughed, going about their business, but she and Guy were in a bubble. No one looked their way. No one paid them any mind. They were in a tiny universe all their own.
    Blaise sipped her drink, sliding closer to him in the circular booth. He was so big, so warm. Just being near him made her body heat rise. Perspiration bloomed, and her blouse clung to her skin. Her nipples, hard and achy, poked against her bra. A few words penetrated the haze—something about the Hummingbird’s Kiss—but it wasn’t the story line or the whiskey making her woozy. She was getting drunk on the low, sensual timbre of Guy’s voice.
    Soon the words blurred into an incomprehensible buzz in her ears. Her breath slowed as she watched his lips move. She pictured herself kissing them, licking the sweetness from them. Lowering her gaze to his hands, she imagined them touching her. He’d skim the pads of his fingers along her torso, fasten those succulent lips of his on her nipple and pull…
    Her pussy responded to the fantasy with an answering pull. She shifted slightly to ease the throb between her thighs. Her movement must have distracted him. His gaze flickered from the page to light on her face and his voice trailed off.
    Guy nodded to her empty glass. “Another?”
    She’d finished it? When had that happened? “No.” Her tongue felt thick.
    “Would you like something else, then?” he asked.
    Yes.She knew what exactly she wanted. The question was, did she have the guts to ask?
    It’s your last chance. Your last adventure before you become the boring old mother of the bride. Take it. Take it!
    Gathering her courage, she took the leap. “Yes.” She placed her hand on his thigh. Underneath her fingers, his muscles tensed. His eyebrows lowered, and his gaze sharpened.
    “Yes.” She squeezed his thigh. “I want to get a room. Let’s go upstairs.”

Chapter Three
    She waited near the elevator while he got them a room at the front desk. Blaise trembled as they rode up together to the fourth floor. She hadn’t felt this excited and nervous since she was a teenager. Part of her wanted to grab Guy and take him right in the elevator. The other part stood back, shaking her head in confusion. Am I really doing this?
    Yes, I am . Now was not the time to lose her nerve.
    As though he guessed her thoughts, Guy grasped her hand and squeezed it as he watched the numbers rise on the indicator panel. His touch steadied her even as electric tingles shot through her. This was right. Tonight she’d give herself this gift. She wouldn’t be the bus