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“Why not?” Jack demanded, kissing the dimples at the base of her spine.

She jumped as if shot. “Stop that!” She batted him behind her back without turning around.

Smoothing his palms over her hips, he let out a gusty sigh. “This could be habit-forming.”

“Listen!” Leaping up, she kept her back to him while she pulled on her clothes. “What just happened was a huge mistake. The truth is, I have no intention of getting serious about any man until I’m at least thirty.”

“Who said anything about getting serious?” Frowning, he sat up. “That doesn’t mean I intend to stop living, though.” A significant glance at the bed conveyed exactly what he meant by “living.”

“Whatever,” she snapped. “I intend to forget this ever happened. I suggest you do the same.”

“I don’t think I can do that,” he said, tracing the line of her jaw with his finger. And then he added what was obviously intended as a challenge. “I don’t think you’ll forget it so easily, either.”