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answers she sought. So I gave them to her."
    Katelyn resisted the urge to be impressed that he knew the difference. "And
    what happens when Ms. Harding gets to the Phoenix Resort and realizes
    you lied to her? You'll be long gone, and she'll be back in my shop
    screaming bloody murder."
    Anger and frustration roiled in Katelyn's belly. She stalked to the front
    door to flip her OPEN sign to CLOSED. Then she strode behind her display
    case, putting distance between her and Grayson.
    Why are men so high-maintenance? I only wanted a hot night, and now I may
    have a pissed-off retired debutante on my hands.
    Grayson followed Katelyn but stayed on the customer side of the counter.
    He laid down the wad of money, obviously an offering for her, and then
    placed both long-fingered hands on the case and leaned forward, invading
    her personal space.
    Her gaze was pulled downward like a magnet. Katelyn tried not to dwell
    on how those large calloused hands would feel gliding over her body.
    Heat flowed through her, causing her nipples to harden against her bra
    and moisture to gather between her thighs. Her calf-length peasant skirt
    swirled around her suddenly sensitive skin, making her wish she had worn
    jeans.
    She huffed out a breath. If he wasn't a good candidate for her one hot night,
    she should just move on. But her body had different ideas. She couldn't
    explain why, but she was drawn to this man like a drug. In fact, she'd
    never reacted to a man this way before.
    Grayson leaned forward, the well-defined muscles of his forearms flexing
    with the movement and threatening to turn her into a needy puddle of
    hormones. His amethyst eyes danced with mischief as he spoke. "When she
    reaches the Phoenix Resort, she'll find the owner, Mr. Fowler, who when I
    left him a few scant hours ago said he'd gladly trade his entire fortune for a
    doting wife to share his life and lavish vacations in someplace called Boca.
    Somehow, I think that's exactly what she will be more than happy to offer."
    Katelyn reached forward, intent on removing his hand from the top of the
    display case—but leaning closer only brought those sensual lips way too
    close to allow her to think clearly.
    When her hand made contact with his arm, she gasped. Her sight grayed,
    and the familiar disorientation that accompanied her visions assaulted her.
    She tumbled into a lush wilderness—no, it was too manicured to be
    wilderness ... a park or garden perhaps. Fragrant plants of every type
    surrounded her while a massive white stone mountain that glittered almost
    pink in the distance rose off to her right.
    Mist from the waterfall made the air heavy with moisture, but the air was
    sweet with the scent of gardenias, lavender, and all manner of growing
    things. Thick grass rose under her bare feet, and she realized she wore only
    a skimpy cotton half top and some boy shorts that sat low on her hips.
    Katelyn searched the clearing, and joy suffused her as Grayson walked
    toward her. She enjoyed watching the play of his muscles as he moved. His
    gaze was predatory and hungry, and her skin tingled in anticipation.

    When he reached her, he folded her into his arms. She melted against him,
    their mouths fused together as if they'd done this a thousand times. His
    tongue delved inside her mouth, and those wonderfully large hands
    slipped under her half top to cup her aching breasts. She moaned against
    his lips as her body screamed for more.
    She clawed at his clothes as each touch of his hands spread electricity and
    mindless need through her entire body. When they'd bared each other, she
    moaned as he guided her gently down to lie in the sun-warmed grass.
    Katelyn sighed as the grass tickled her sensitive skin and the scent of lush
    vegetation, lavender, and a fragrance uniquely Grayson filled her senses.
    He swallowed the sound as his weight settled over her, his body cradled in
    the vee of her open thighs. He braced himself on his forearms and
    continued to explore her