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over?”
    “Well… I guess.” It had been awkward between them since she’d last visited him in Seattle. Prior to her attempt to seduce him, he’d had no notion that she wanted anything more than friendship. They’d had a nice dinner out and he’d driven her back to her hotel. Conversations with Harlow were always fascinating and he’d gone up to her room so they could continue talking. But then she’d gone to get more comfortable…and come back naked. He’d never stammered so much as he had at that moment. To this day, he didn’t know what he’d said to her. He’d stuttered and stumbled his way out of there and they hadn’t spoken since.
    Harlow materialized in front of him. Her transportation was flawless. She was a powerful witch. He’d admired her knowledge and her abilities. A smile stretched her full, red lips. “Hello, Keith.”
    He put his phone on the television console. “Hello, Harlow.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, uncomfortable and unsure of how to act around her anymore.
    “Aren’t you going to offer me a drink or at least a seat?”
    He cleared his throat. “Of course. Um, have a seat.” He waved a hand over the chair Bear had stained, causing the dirt to disperse. With a mental command, he sent the grime and dog hair to his backyard.
    “Impressive,” she said with a grin. She smoothed her dress, a curve -hugging black velvet affair that flowed down to her ankles, and ignored the chair he’d cleaned to sit on the sofa instead. She patted the spot next to her.
    He sat but she made a move toward him , her breast pressing against his forearm. Hopping up as though the fabric of the couch were on fire, he asked, “What would you like to drink?”
    “Do you have wine? Any color will do.”
    “I might have something. I’ll check the kitchen.” He hurried off and began searching the cabinets. He seemed to recall his publisher sending him a bottle. Beer was his drink of choice so he’d shelved it somewhere. Keith found it in one of the lower cabinets behind a large jar of peanut butter.
    “Looks good,” Harlow purred behind him.
    Keith stood abruptly, bumping his head on the underside of the counter. “Shit!” Rubbing the back of his head, he turned to see her staring at his ass. He bit back another curse. Plunking down the bottle of wine, he said, “You didn’t have to get up. I would have served you.” He took out wine glasses and then realized he didn’t have an opener. Touching a finger to the cork, he willed it to rise.
    “But then I would have missed the view.” She tossed her long dark hair over her shoulder. Her smile was positively wicked.
    Keith felt himself growing angry. She was taunting him. Her dark gray eyes were full of mischief. She’d never come on to him like this before and it was making him damned uncomfortable. “What’s going on with you?” When he got ready to pour, she took the wine from him.
    “It needs to breathe.” She sniffed it and her perfect nose wrinkled in distaste. “You’ve let it get too hot. This is little more than vinegar.” She looked at the label. “Shame. This was a really good vintage. And it will be again.” She tapped the bottle three times. “There. Now it’s perfect.” She filled the glasses to the brim and handed him one. She clinked her glass against his. “To old friends.”
    He sipped as she did. The wine was indeed very good. “So, what brings you to town?”
    “You, as always.” She swirled her wine, studying the liquid as it sloshed around. “Mm. This is delicious.”
    “Would you like to see my flowers?”
    Harlow shook her head. “Keith, you have to know why I’m here.”
    “Hell, Harlow, I don’t know what the last time we were together was about. I thought….We’ve never been more than friends. You’ve never shown any interest in me.”
    “Keith, I turned thirty this year.”
    “Me, too.” 
    She nodded. “And I’d like to be married.”
    He saw no point in playing dumb. Evidently,