by Jayne Ann Krentz
Shrewdly, Josh agreed to investigate the strange goings-on at Maggie's charming bed and breakfast. The case would be a cinch - no heroics necessary. Josh could concentrate on important things like rest, recovery . . . and seducing tawny-haired Maggie.
He was dead wrong - about the case and about sweet Maggie. If Josh didn't start playing the hero, he'd pay a very high price.
"You're the most romantic thing that's ever happened to me," Maggie whispered from the bed.
Josh grinned, looking every inch the hero. "You mean that?"
"I'm glad." He flipped off the wall switch, plunging the room into intimate shadow. The light from the fire bathed the bed in a soft golden glow.
Silhouetted in the firelight, Josh unfastened his jeans and peeled then off. His eyes never left Maggie's as he kicked off the briefs he wore underneath and walked to the bed.
Maggie gazed up at him, transfixed by the evidence of his arousal. He wants me, she thought. The knowledge filled her with sensual assurance and a glorious sense of her own power as a woman. She held back the covers invitingly.
"I only came to your room for a good-night kiss," Maggie murmured as Josh slid in beside her.
"It's going to be one hell of a kiss. . . ."
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