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pleated skirt flipped up and her frilly panties showing.
    Cameron had chosen it because even though the guy appeared stern, the girl wore a vacuous, anxious smile. She seemed to be enjoying herself and that’s what he hoped Asia would do. No way in hell could he make her cry—even if she preferred it—which some of the tapes indicated by their covers.
    He was engrossed in fantasies too vivid to bear when the tinkling of the front door sounded like a gun blast in his ears. He looked up—and made eye contact with Asia.
    Even from the distance separating them, he felt her shock and consternation at seeing him there.
    She immediately averted her face, her cheeks scalded with color.
    The blood surged in his veins. Every muscle in his body tensed, including the one most interested in this little escapade. His cock was suddenly hard enough to break granite.
    Cameron couldn’t look away as she ducked to the back aisle. He’d already discovered they kept a variety of velvet whips and handcuffs there.
    She ducked right back out, her face now pale. Damn. He started toward her, not certain what he’d say but knowing he had to say something. He had the wretched tape in his hand.
    “Asia?”
    She froze, her back to him, her body strangely still. Several seconds ticked by, the silence strained, and then she turned. A false, too-bright smile was pinned to her face. “Yes?” And as if she hadn’t seen him the second she walked in, she said, “Cameron! What are you doing here?”
    As usual, she reached out for a business handshake, keeping their relationship confined.
    With no other option coming to mind, he started to accept her hand, realized he held the damn tape, and switched hands. “I’m just … ah, looking around.”
    In horrified fascination, she stared at the movie now held at his side before finally giving him a brisk, quick shake. “It’s an interesting place, isn’t it?”
    “Yes.” They stood in the center aisle with display tables loaded down with paperback books of the lustful variety on either side of them. He propped his hip against a table, trying to relax while his testosterone level shot through the roof. “I’m surprised at the diversity. And how upscale it all is.”
    He glanced around, feeling too self-conscious. “I’m not sure what I expected.”
    “I know what you mean.” She relaxed the tiniest bit. “I admit, I never expected a shop like this in conservative Cuther.”
    The tape in his hand felt like a burning brand. He wanted to set the idiotic thing aside, but that would be defeating the whole purpose of being in the shop in the first place. “Cuther is different,” he admitted. “More rural than I’m used to.”
    “And colder?” she teased, because she knew he’d come from Florida.
    Idle conversation in a porn shop, Cameron thought. It was a first for him. “I guess my blood has thinned. I’m almost always cold.”
    “With the wind chill, it’s fifteen below. Everyone is cold.”
    “True enough.”
    She tilted her head and her long brown hair flowed over her coat sleeve. It looked like dark honey and burnished gold, natural shades for a natural woman.
    “What about your family?” she asked, taking him by surprise with the somewhat more personal question.
    “What about them?”
    She smiled, a real smile this time. “You’ve never said much about them.”
    “No.” Any time he’d talked to her, he’d been trying to get past her walls. Discussing his family had been the farthest thing from his mind.
    “It’s almost Christmas. Will you be heading home for the holidays?”
    “Uh, no.” He wouldn’t go anywhere until he’d had her. “My family is … scattered. We keep in touch by phone, but we don’t do the big family get-togethers. We never have.”
    Her brown eyes warmed, looked a little sad. Thick lashes lowered, hiding her gaze from him. “I thought everyone wanted to be with family this time of year.”
    He shrugged, wishing she’d change the damn subject,