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Karma nodded and they settled down on the couch with the board between them. The room was illuminated only by the dim wavering light from the hurricane lamp nearby. Outside the wind rattled away and the ocean waves repeatedly battered the pilings beneath them. Every so often, the house would draw itself up, suck in its breath and give a shudder.

Karma tried to ignore the hunky cowboy opposite her and studied the letters in her rack before slapping down the word east. Slade promptly added the letters B and R, making it breast.

She raised her eyebrows.

“It’s a word, right? It’s legal.” His expression was one of pure amusement.

Karma added an O and one S, then a second S, making toss. Ah-ha, she thought, he’s beat.

Slade reached over and, using an S, a K, followed by an I, he answered her with kiss.

“Which,” he said softly, with the sexy look that she was coming to know so well, “wouldn’t be a bad idea.”