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“A cold beer on a hot day is almost better than sex...”

“Then you’re not having the right kind of sex,” Laci countered with a mildly teasing grin.

“Maybe you’re right,” he said, his gaze unreadable.

Was he going to kiss her? He had that look on his face as if he was going to bend her over and take her right there on the kitchen counter—and if she were being truthful, she wouldn’t lift a finger to stop him—but just as he crowded her personal space and she angled her lips to his, his chuckle broke the spell as he deposited his empty bottle in the trash bin behind her.

Drat. Way to get your hopes up, Laci.

“Why, Laci McCall...is that disappointment I see?” he murmured.

“Go wash up,” she told him. She didn’t want him thinking he had her figured out and twisted around his finger. If anyone was going to get twisted, it was Kane. She’d be sure of that.

“Yes, ma’am,” Kane said with an exaggerated drawl that sent arousal coursing through her body. Once he was out of the room, she let out her breath in a whoosh as she sagged against the sink for a minute to regain her bearings.

She’d plainly underestimated the raw, animal attraction still pulsing between her and Kane, even after all these years. Maybe it was stupid to share the same space together, even for a few days. It’d taken her a long time to get over Kane.

Maybe—if her reaction to him was any indication—she never had.