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to his ear. “This isn’t a sex shop, Kyle.”
    It might as well have been. He turned his head and kissed her, fast and furious, leaving her breathless when he was done. He didn’t care how many people were in the store.
    Joyce righted her clothes afterward, smoothing the front of her dress and wobbling on her pointed-toe pumps. Kyle hadn’t touched her dress or her shoes. But apparently he’d made her feel sexually skewed.
    What could be more perfect than that?
    He paid for the items and gave her the bag. She smacked him with it, and they both laughed. He wondered if she’d brought her gun, if it was stuffed in her purse with a classy compact and a pair of police-issued handcuffs.
    Lord, he hoped so.
    They continued shopping, killing time and driving each other crazy. He bought a Wolf Man doll in the gothic place and made it attack a shelf of Barbie dolls in the regular toy store.
    â€œStop it.” Joyce repositioned the Barbies he’d knocked over. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”
    â€œWe’ve been in trouble since we met.” He removed Wolfy from the box, figuring the hairy guy could have more fun that way. “Did you play with Barbie when you were young?”
    â€œOf course I did.” She grabbed Wolf Man, stopping him from destroying another display. “I had her house, her car, the whole bit. So did my sisters.”
    â€œWhat about Ken?”
    â€œWhat about him?”
    â€œHe always seemed like a wuss to me. They should have given her a stud like G.I. Joe.” He hunted around for Barbie’s latest car and discovered that she had all sorts of vehicles. The Happy Family Volvo fascinated him, so he decided to buy it for Wolf Man.
    â€œThis is big enough for Frankenstein and Dracula, too. I have them at home. Just imagine the road trip they can go on.”
    She looked at him as if he’d gone mad. “Maybe they can tow SpongeBob’s boat while they’re at it.”
    â€œDon’t get smart. You and all of your Barbie accessories. Girls get everything.”
    â€œAnd boys like you make girls like me run the other way.” She blew out an exaggerated breath. “Olivia told me you were bizarre.”
    Kyle shrugged. Most women couldn’t get past his quirks, but he could tell that Joyce was enjoying his company, even if she thought he was strange. “That’s not all Olivia told you.”
    She shook her head, and he merely gazed at her. There was no point in denying that he’d confirmed what had been discussed. He was the first to admit that he was a sexual egomaniac.
    She held Wolf Man like a baby, cradling him against her breast. “What am I going to do with you, Kyle?”
    He reached out and touched her cheek. Her skin was the color of honey and cream and candlelit ivory. “You can do whatever you want.”
    She released a shaky breath. Only this time she wasn’t faking it. “Wanting you this badly scares me.”
    â€œSometimes being afraid is good.” He kissed her, tasting her fear, her passion, the forbidden urges driving her into his arms.
    Their bodies bumped. He was too tall for her, but with heels, she made an erotic fit. He liked the way she felt next to him. Warm and womanly, with her pulse battering his. “Are you ready to dance?”
    She nodded. “I’m ready.”
    They separated, and he took her hand. Damn if he wasn’t aroused, if her anxiety didn’t excite him.
    They walked to the parking lot and put their packages in his SUV, then returned to the restaurant, where the nightlife thrived.
    The band played a variety of music, songs that went from slow to fast to somewhere in between. Some riffs were twangy, some were sleek and sensual.
    Kyle guided Joyce onto the dance floor and theyfound the rhythm. They moved, hip to hip, rocking back and forth. There wasn’t a lot of space. Other couples crowded them, forcing them toward the edge of