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That hit a little too close to home for her to deal with just now. “Do we have to talk about this, right now? I thought we were going to get away from Blevins for a bit.”

“Sorry,” he said. “You’re right. I’m breaking my own rules. It’s a hard habit to get out of, switching from business to pleasure.”

“I think I’d like to concentrate on the pleasure part of it.”

She was rewarded with that sexy grin again.

“You’re going to be all right,” he said, and stood up. He pulled her to her feet and brushed a kiss over her forehead.

Dolly’s breath caught. Time seemed to stop. She could put her hand on his shoulder and stop him from moving away. She wanted more. It would be so nice to lose herself in a kiss and see where it led. But did she want to start something without knowing how he was going to react if he found out she’d been an escort?

“How do you know?” The words were hard to force out, but she was getting lost in his intense gaze.

“Because I won’t let anything happen to you or to Shelby.”

She lifted her hand and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into it with a soft smile on his face. “Let’s take the day and spend some time together.”

“It’s the second day of the season,” she choked out. “I can’t take the day off.”

“If I know you, you’ve already scheduled your posts for today.”

She had. But she had also wanted to do some live action shots.

“And I can cover for you with Shelby.”

Dolly put a hand over her heart. “Nash Weaver, you’d lie?”

“See what a bad influence you are on me?”

“No, but I’d like to.”

“Well then,” he said. “Why don’t we head out to my motel?”

“I’ve got a better idea. Let’s hit the Winnebago. That way if something does require my attention, we’re right on site.”

“I admire your dedication,” he said.

“Is that all you admire about me?”

“Not by a long shot.”

The day was looking up. And with Loretta busy in vendor row selling her paintings, Dolly was looking forward to having a few hours to make some of the fantasies she’d been entertaining over the last year about Nash come true.

Chapter Eleven

Dolly

“It feels alittle like playing hooky,” Dolly said as she opened up the Winnebago’s door. Nash stepped in, looking enormous in the small space. She locked the door and turned the air conditioner a notch higher. They were going to need it. “Can I get you a drink?”

“All I need is you,” he said.

Well, all right then. Kicking off her shoes, she walked into Nash’s arms. Unable to resist, she tilted her head up and gave in to every thought she’d had since the kiss last night. She captured his lips with her own, initiating a kiss that was filled with desperation and urgency.

Nash responded eagerly, his tongue teasing hers, exploring her mouth with a possessive hunger that left her breathless. His lips were soft and warm under hers. When Nash deepened the kiss, the intensity of it made her head spin. She gave herself up to the feelings that she had been dreaming about. His mouth was hot and his kisses long and sensual. He stroked her back. That felt nice. Real nice. She cuddled in closer to him, the tips of her hardened nipples brushing against the hard planes of his chest.

Pressed against him, she thrilled at the growing hardness she felt beneath his jeans. She broke away, her eyes wide and flushed with desire. Nash’s face was just as flushed, his cheeks reddened under the glinting shine of sweat. She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers clumsy. She nearly swallowed her tongue when he stripped off his shirt and tossed it to the floor. She had a momentto admire strong abs and a tight chest before he helped her with her blouse and then her bra.

Their breathing was heavy and fast, their differences, the investigation, completely irrelevant at the moment. All that mattered now was the heat between them, burning brighter and stronger with every passing second.

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