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bodies are buried.”
    Liam grabbed her hand as she stood up from the swing. “Do you want me to bury him?” It was supposed to come out like a joke, but it was dead serious.
    Spencer’s low chuckle did violent things below his belt. He wanted to tell her not to go. He wanted to kiss her again, hear her moan again, see what would happen if they just stayed entangled for a night or two.
    But he didn’t get a chance.
    “Good night, Liam.” She said softly and walked away toward the house. Liam literally could not move for fear that the friction might send him over the freaking edge. Classy, Connelly. Super classy.

Chapter Five
    Spencer grabbed a quick breakfast and headed to the home gym in the ranch house. A good pounding was what she needed. Strike that. A good pounding on the treadmill was what she needed. Forty-five minutes later, the restlessness that had overtaken her since kissing Liam the night before hadn’t abated.
    It was like a thousand volts of electricity were shooting under her skin in pure, raw energy. She’d tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, reliving every nibble, lick, and taste of Liam’s very skilled mouth.
    And his hands.
    She’d shivered under her bed sheets thinking about those large hands sliding over her skin and around her neck, her thigh, her breast. And he hadn’t even touched her breasts– yet .
    The fact that this Liam had caused this much internal drama gave Spencer pause. She didn’t do this…this drama with men thing. It wasn’t classy. It wasn’t dignified, and it was way too messy.
    A string of nice guys—guys who were well-off, discrete, and played by the rules—filled Spencer’s relationship history. Even when she had flings, there were always rules. It helped everyone in the end.
    It wasn’t that she dated pushovers, as Rainey and Nora had always accused her of. It was that, when it came to men, Spencer was methodical, careful, making sure she was always in control, always with the upper hand. A life as a senator’s daughter had taught her to be wary of scandal, of losing control, of losing anything, ever. One woman’s pushover was another woman’s safe bet.
    Then there was this new guy. Spencer tried to focus on what she knew about Liam. An image of a tattooed, muscled chest and arms floated into her brain. She thought of his sharp profile, the smile in his eyes, the way his hair always looked like he’d just rolled out of bed. She was attracted to him, and who could blame her?
    But the fact that he was hot and threw a mean punch and was friends with JT didn’t necessarily mean he was her type. No offense to JT, but those things might actually disqualify Liam from ever being her type.
    He was there, in the great room when she joined the party, wearing a T-shirt over muscles that looked firm and well-defined. His jeans showed off his firm ass and powerful thighs to perfection. Her body responded with that same tingling energy.
    This was just what she needed.
    An entire day at the Buchanan ranch admiring a man that perfect. And knowing what he could do to her? It would be torture, plain and simple. International tribunals could be convened because of Liam and that sinful way he had with his eyes…his mouth…his ears.
    Spencer, get a grip. Ears are not sexy. His were, though. I bet if I nibbled on them, they could be extremely sexy.
    Thankfully, almost as soon as she joined the crowd, JT and Zach were whisking the men away for some bonding involving a deer stand and some corn. It was clear, from the glares JT gave her and Liam, that he didn’t want them near each other. Which was amusing and annoying. She could take care of herself.
    The rowdy group of men left the ranch house, and Spencer spent the morning first in polite breakfast conversation with the remaining ladies, making appropriate responses to Liddy’s bridal plans and Lane’s remodeling thoughts. Then Spencer went out in search of Anita to catch up on Buchanan Ranch gossip, involving either