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caused her to feel the sensations that continued to bombard her.
    Dean smiled down at her before guiding her to the coffee counter. His eyes slowly and deliberately raked up and down her frame as she turned to place her order, her ponytail swishing. Wavy strands of auburn shot through with glimmers of gold and red had him aching to wrap her hair around his fingers in order to hold her steady while he plundered her mouth. Her plain white t-shirt molded to a pair of breasts that he just knew would fit perfectly in the palms of his hands. His fingers almost twitched with the need to stroke her nipples into stiff, delicious morsels that his lips and tongue could savor. Eyes drifting lower, he imagined his hands doing the same, his fingers trailing across the flat of her stomach to unsnap and unzip the very item that hid what he was positive had to be an incredible bottom, judging by how the old pair of jeans did nothing to hide the fullness of her rear. Wondering exactly what sort of lingerie Miss Pierce preferred, Dean smiled, as he could easily picture the beauty in either a revealing thong or a pair of far more modest white briefs; the thought of his hands lowering either pair making his blood race faster. He was imagining ordering her to wrap what surely had to be a pair of sexy legs around his waist when a voice broke through his fantasy, announcing that his order was ready.
    A bit shaken at his visceral reaction to the woman, Dean shook his head to gather his wits about him. God, the woman has been sent by her partner to learn what I have to say, not to become the target of my own fantasies! Taking a deep breath, he saw the cup on the counter. He had listened as Abby ordered a large caramel latte with extra whipped cream and caramel sauce.
    "Sweet tooth?" he asked, grinning as he picked up her completed order and handed it to her.
    "Guilty as charged," she answered, her lips curving up as she wrapped her hands around the cup. Her eyes closed in pleasure as she inhaled the rich aroma of the coffee, opening to find him looking rather intensely down at her. Stiffening for only an instant, Abby shrugged and then giggled, taking her first sip. "I confess, I'm sort of a coffee addict. I drink it all day long."
    Dean accepted his own cup of black coffee from the barista. "Do you ever have trouble sleeping at night?" he began.
    "No! I sleep just fine thank you," she interrupted, and continued with a sharp tone, "why? Do you think I should have trouble sleeping?"
    "Relax, Miss Pierce, I didn't mean to offend you. I just meant, doesn't the caffeine keep you awake?"
    She took another sip as she attempted to regain her composure. Though he might have been thinking of caffeine, her mind had been on his lecture. Recalling his earlier words that guilt left unattended could cause stress and sleepless nights had been the first thought to run through her mind at his question. He probably thought she was some sort of nut from her snapped answer—a nut with a guilty conscience.
    "No, you didn't offend me. I mean, it's okay—the coffee—I switch to decaf at night, so no worries," Abby managed to answer, hoping that she sounded calm, cool and collected even though she felt like a complete idiot inside. Dean nodded and led her away from the counter. Sipping her coffee, she tried to appear as if nothing were capable of bothering her.
    Dean watched her closely, the grin still on his lips. Though she was making a pretty good attempt to appear unaffected by her evening, the blush on her cheeks, as well as the slight tremble of her hands as she held her cup, told him that her world was spinning. He couldn't imagine giving this woman such a gift and then not sharing the experience with her. Cost couldn't be the issue as the ticket covered a couple's admission. The only thing he could think of that made the least bit of sense was that Sam was already experienced with domestic discipline and felt it was only Abigail who needed the class. Even if that