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“Yeah, I think I do.” Meg pushed seductively against him. “That is, unless you have a gun stuffed down your pants—a rather large-caliber gun, too, I might add,” she added, grinning wickedly.

He stared at her, speechless. Then he found his voice. “What I meant was, feeling the way I do about you and not being able to act on it…do you know how hard that is?”

“So show me,” she dared.

Joe’s breath caught. “Are you sure, Meg, really? I mean, with everything going on and how crazy it’s all been—”

“Joe, I sent out an invitation. Are you telling me no?” She pulled back to look into his eyes.

Joe gave up trying to reason and pressed into her. “What can I say, Meg? Its too hard to resist you.”