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time like this?” she demanded.
    Mike turned the lamp back off. “Well shit, Kitty, what did you expect?”
    Great. Now he felt like a heel and a perv.
    “You could have told me,” she hissed, fumbling around still searching for her coat.
    “I didn’t know,” he returned, his sympathy for her evaporating under the heat of his own annoyance now. He’d just been sitting here drinking a beer minding his own business when she strolled in and took her tits out. She had a lot of nerve being pissed at him .
    “I have to be dreaming.” She shook her head. “This…this can’t be happening.”
    She looked so miserable, he blew out a sigh and bent low to retrieve the trench coat he spotted next to the coffee table.
    “Look, I’m sorry, Kitty.”
    “Just. Don’t.” She snatched the coat from his grasp and wrapped it around her shoulders before scurrying towards the front door. “And stop calling me that!”
    “Come on, K--” He caught himself. No point in poking an angry wasp’s nest. “ Kaitlin . It’s okay. It was a couple of kisses. No big--”
    But the door slammed shut between them and he found himself talking to the other side of it.
    For the first time in a long time, Mike felt a stab of jealousy towards his brother. Of course she thought he was Rick – she was constantly fawning over him since she got into town this summer.
    He went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, hoping to wake up from this half-dream half-nightmare, or at least to wash her heavenly scent from his body.
    It didn’t work.
    The scent of cookies and lip gloss clung to his skin like static. She was gone but her gentle touch was still there. Her lips were still wandering his neck. Her fingers still gripped his hair. Her heart was still pounding against his chest, matching the pace of his own. Her soft voice still echoed deep in his thoughts.
    No matter how hard he tried to wash away what happened, it was too late.
    He’d had a real taste of Kitty Pepper and he wanted more.

Chapter Three
     
    Kaitlin stared at the ceiling in the morning light, unblinking. The paltry three hours of sleep she’d managed hadn’t erased the previous night’s events from her mind. Hell, she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it.
    About him , was more like it.
    Her face flamed and she covered her mouth with the pillow and let out what she swore would be her last muffled scream of humiliation.
    How could she have gotten it all so wrong?
    She tossed the pillow on the floor and threw back the covers. Putting off the inevitable wasn’t going to change a thing. She’d get up, and get on with her day and just hope that, with time, she could face herself in the mirror again.
    Facing Michael? That was a whole other story.
    She rubbed her eyes and shuffled out of bed and to the bathroom. A hot shower usually did the trick to clear her head. After shutting the door and waiting for the steam to completely fill the room, she stepped in and let the water sluice over her, heating her weary muscles.
    Michael Blade .
    His name floated into her thoughts and she tried to force it out.
    How could she not recognize that hard body? Sure, Rick took care of himself, but Mike was ripped to shreds. His hands, so rough, but so strong. Definitely not the hands of a doctor. And the voice? Rick’s was smooth, silky, with an air of intelligence. But Michael’s – his was lower, gravelly.
    And his scent: she hadn’t connected the dots at the time, but she could vividly remember the faint scent of gasoline on his skin, and it turned her on like nothing else. The stubble on his chiseled cheeks tickling her neck. 
    A hot stab of lust shot through her, settling low in her belly and she gasped.
    Nope. No way. She needed an intervention, and fast.
    She shut the shower off, wrapped her red locks in a towel and threw on a robe. Half-jogging, she made her way to her cell phone by the bed. She picked it up and pounded at the screen until the phone cooperated, dialing