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House Inn circa 1930?” She waved a cookie. “And voilà, chocolate chip cookies were born.”
    “Good one. So why are you sitting out here eating cookies?”
    “Actually, technically, they’re your cookies.”
    She was wearing another skirt today, a pencil skirt, with her legs demurely tucked beneath her, but he could see her knees, and the Band-Aids there. Her jacket was open over a blouse the same light blue as her eyes. She looked extremely buttoned up and extremely put together—if one didn’t count her hair, which was once again defying gravity with what appeared to be a stir stick shoved into it.
    And the chocolate at the corner of her mouth, let’s not forget that, because he couldn’t tear his eyes off of it, or understand the sudden insane urge to lean down and lick it off.
    But he had his bag packed and in his truck, and a plane to catch.
    Maggie took the last bite of the cookie and brushed her fingers off. “I should have baked three dozen.”
    “You bake?”
    “Yes, and I’m good, too.”
    “I bet you are.” He sat at her side, so tired he had no idea if he could get back up again. She smelled like chocolate. He had a feeling she would taste even better. Reaching out with his finger, he ran it over the corner of her mouth.
    She pulled back. “What are you doing?”
    “You have a little chocolate—”
    “Oh, God.” Her tongue darted out, collided with the pad of his finger. It was like an electric bolt straight to his groin.
    “Did I get it?”
    “No.” He smiled. “You smeared it a little. Here.” Again he glided his finger over her lips, then sucked that finger into his own mouth.
    Her eyes were glued to him. “Oh,” she breathed softly.
    Yeah, oh. Traffic rushed all around them, and they sat there in their own little world. He had to get to the airport, and yet he didn’t get back up. Instead, he leaned in so that their mouths were only a breath apart. “Let me get that last little bit—”
    “Where—” Her tongue darted out, attempting to lick the chocolate off. “There?”
    He smiled. “No.”
    She licked it again. “Now?”
    “No.”
    “Dammit, Jacob.”
    “That’s Mr. Wrong, to you.” And still holding her face, he dropped his gaze from hers to look at her mouth, absorbing her little murmur of anticipation before he closed the gap and kissed her.

6
    I t was the sugar rush, Maggie told herself. That, combined with the feel of Jacob pressed up against her again, and the warmth of his mouth . . . God. This was all his fault for being such a good kisser, all his fault, she thought as she pulled him even closer.
    His reaction was an immediate approving rumble from deep in his chest and a tightening of his arms. So she hugged him tighter and gave him some tongue.
    Hauling her into his lap with a groan, he kissed her long and hard and wet right there in the parking lot, until her entire body shivered in delight and anticipation.
    She knew what he could do for her now, to her, and that made the longing worse. Given the sound he made, and how deliciously hard he’d gotten, he felt the same. The thrill of that surged through her. This big, bad, gorgeous man had already had her and still wanted her.
    She felt drunk on the knowledge. Or it might have been the sugar. Either way, he had one arm around her, the other on her jaw, holding her face for his kiss; but then he pulled back, let out an unsteady breath and a short laugh. “There’s no door to lock this time.” He rose and offered her a hand, turning to her car. “Uh-oh. What happened to your tire?”
    “It got a flat.”
    He crouched down next to it. “Yes, because someone slashed it.” He took a careful look around them before cutting his no-longer-heated eyes to hers. “How long were you sitting here alone before I came?
    “Wait. Slashed ? ” She took a closer look. “Do you think it was random?”
    “Slashed tire seems pretty personal. You annoy anyone lately?”
    “I annoy a lot of people. It’s part of