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Lorna asked.

“I guess that was an unusual night for both of us.” Jess believed anything she told him, he realized. But he still had the nagging sense that there was something else she hadn’t told him.

“I’d like to take you to dinner,” he said, sounding as casual as possible while he thought about what her body felt like. And how sweet she tasted when she parted her lips for his kiss. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.

“It’s not necessary,” she replied. “Honest.”

“I’d like to anyway.”

“I can’t.”

“Are you involved with someone else?” Jess wondered, ignoring a fierce stab of jealousy.

She shook her head.

“Then you’re free to have dinner with me Friday night.”

“Mr. Sheridan, I really can’t go out with you.”

“Call me Jess,” he said. “I’ll pick you up at seven.” He turned quickly and went down the porch steps. He didn’t want to hear her objections, didn’t want to hear her refuse his invitation.

He was a patient man. He could wait until Friday.