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responded to
whether she liked it or not and that he liked a whole hell of a lot—he helped
her find her feet, withdrawing from her with a small groan of fading pleasure.
             When he looked down at her again, there
was a definite frown on her swollen, well-kissed mouth. “You can’t keep doing
that, Kane. I’m serious.”
             “Pulling out? It wasn’t my idea,
sweetheart. I’m all for—”
             Her hand flattened across his mouth again
while she rolled her eyes. “The kissing, you sex addict. You have to stop kissing
me. Every time you do I feel like rolling over and handing you an engraved
invitation for sex.”
             He grinned and pulled her hand down. “I
like engravings.”
             “I’ll just bet you do, but as you can
see, my lame excuse for morals gets a little too flexible where you’re
concerned. I just… I want to be sure we’re not hurting anyone and right now,
I’m worried we’re hurting a lot of people. Possibly ourselves, too.”
             She looked so miserable he could only
sigh as he caressed her jaw. His thumb traced the bottom of her lip. “First
rule of life with me, Del. You will always be my priority. Period. Second rule?
I’m going to do that every chance I get.” To punctuate his point, he dropped
another slower, wetter kiss on her lips. He made sure she was soft and limp in
his arms before he lifted his head again.
             She struggled to frown at him but finally,
she gave in and smiled. “I should have known you were going to be trouble the
moment I met you.”
             “Be honest now, Del,” he said, grinning
at her because he couldn’t help it and because he knew she liked it. “You know
you did.”
             The blush on her cheeks rose up again,
but all she did was smack him in the stomach before sidestepping him to reclaim
the sponge.

Chapter Six
             At first, Kane thought the whispering started
because Delilah none-too-lightly knocking her head on their table at the
breakfast buffet was bound to catch someone’s attention. But when she stopped,
picking up her face to rub at the red mark on her forehead, he noticed the
strange whispers from the guys three tables over only grew more excited.
             He put them out of his mind, watching his
wife—yes, he was going to call her that as often as possible and enjoy it while
he could—try to arrange her ebony bangs over the spot that was only getting
bigger for her efforts. How on earth she ever thought she’d be happy as Craig’s
trophy wife, he didn’t know. She was too cute, too…well, not to put too fine a
point on it, but goofy, for Craig’s sometimes uppity business circles. Throw in
her penchant for sneaking classes at the Community college when she could find
them at times that wouldn’t interfere with Craig’s ever shifting schedule and
it was a match made in one-sided hell.
             Truth was, if Craig hadn’t made friends
with him and Jesse back in their early teens, odds were good Craig himself
would be too uppity for Delilah. Sure, she was gorgeous, but she lacked the
aloofness to be a society maven. Perfect poise was not in her skill set, thank
God. She was funny, had knee jerk reactions and far too much personality spilling
out of her at every turn to be anything less than the center of attention. Well,
his attention, anyway.
             So bemused, he watched her, if not
completely grateful that they were out of the hotel room, then at least happy
she hadn’t insisted on going back to her family without at least trying to
piece together what they’d done the night before.
             Of course, getting them both downstairs
had taken a little bit of work with no clothes they could go back out in. They
had his wallet, at least, which he found in the pocket of his coat and her
phone, which had apparently been shoved into a silk pouch along with makeup and
her driver’s