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that."When the dog continued to howl, she pulled the whistle from under her sweatshirt and gently blew into it. Abruptly Tinkerbell stopped her wailing and walked over and plopped her head into Kelli’s lap. "Good doggie."
    Bewildered, Logan asked, "What was she barking at?"
    "I don’t know. Probably a mouse." Lovingly, she petted the animal, silently praising her for her bravery. After a few strokes, Tinkerbell raised her head and looked around the shed. Seeing nothing, she strolled a few feet away and flopped down on the cracked cement and went back to sleep. "I guess we are safe now." There was laughter in Kelli’s voice.
    Logan stared at her. He wondered who was safe. He surely wasn’t. He was about to fraternize with the enemy. "Kelli?"
    The paintbrush in Kelli’s hand started to tremble as she read the desire in his eyes. His soft brown eyes were demanding a response, some mutual understanding of the emotion being transmitted between them. His hands were gentle as he reached out and removed the heavy water nymph from her lap and placed it on the worktable. "I’m going to kiss you."
    "Why?" she asked breathily. "You don’t even like me."
    "Liking you has nothing to do with it."
    "You thought I belonged in some home for demented fairies."
    He smiled sympathetically. "I still do."
    "And I should allow you to kiss me after that comment?"
    His finger reached out and tenderly outlined her pouting lower lip. "I don’t remember asking your permission."
    "Why, you . . ." Kelli’s voice trailed off as the lantern suddenly went out. In the faint glow of the kerosene heater she stared up at the hanging light. "I guess a draft blew it out," she whispered.
    Logan’s hand slid behind Kelli’s head and brought her closer. "Probably."
    Kelli’s arms wound around his neck as he moved closer. When his lips were a mere inch away she mumbled, "I didn’t notice any draft."
    "Neither did I," Logan said against her waiting lips.
    A sigh escaped Kelli’s throat as his lips settled firmly against hers. She willingly followed his hands as they tenderly pulled her out of the chair and into his arms.
    Logan’s heart understood the sweet sigh she purred and went into double time. She had to be feeling the same magic, the same oneness he was.
    The feel of Logan’s tongue tenderly tracing her lower lip caused heat to spiral from her stomach out to her fingertips and toes. With a low moan she pressed her lips closer against his. She ran her fingers through the silky texture of his hair, as his hard chest cushioned her breasts. His large gentle hands caressed her back and brought her hips against his growing arousal.
    The feel of his hardening body brought her out of the sensual spell. What was she doing? How could she be kissing him? He was the enemy, the one man who could bring her world down. Slowly lowering her hands, she placed them against his chest and pushed gently.
    Logan groaned as Kelli broke the kiss and placed a few desperately needed inches between them. He now knew what Kelli SantaFe tasted like, the nectar of the gods, sweet, delicious, addictive. She’d responded passionately to his kiss. Would she respond to his every touch like that? he wondered. What would it be like to make love to her? Kelli stared up into the darkness and wished she could see his features. Was he as affected by one kiss as she was? With a determined shake of her head, she realized it didn’t matter how the kiss affected him, it wasn’t going to be repeated. With more such kisses she knew she could lose much more than Ruth and Henry, she could lose her heart. Her voice shook as she took a step backward. "That shouldn’t have happened."
    Silently, he agreed with her, but the words refused to be vocalized. How do you tell the woman you want to make love with that you shouldn’t be kissing her? His breathing was starting to become more normal as he reached for the hanging lantern. "I’ll relight this while you clean up. I promised Ruth we would be