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“I haven’teverhad this much fun,” Treat said.
Her heart was so full, she couldn’t stop grinning. “Me either.”
“I should go. What time do you work tomorrow?”
“Seven thirty until we’re done for the day. You know how that goes. I should be home by ten.”
He gathered her in his arms and gave her another heavenly kiss. “That’s a long day. I wish you had the day off so we could spend it together.”
“I only work crazy hours during the festival, but I wish I had a day off to spend with you, too.” A week. Amonth. “But you’re supposed to be visiting with your family, not spending all your time with me anyway.”
“Josh and Savannah left for New York an hour ago, and Hugh and Dane took off late last night. I have plenty of time during the day with Rex and my father.”
“They came all that way just for a short visit?”
“Family’s important to all of us. We make it happen when we can. Now, let’s talk about us. I’ll pick you up here tomorrow evening.”
“Are you asking me on a real date?” she teased.
His lips lifted in a wicked grin and he crushed her against him. “Not asking. You don’t have a choice. Tomorrow evening ismine.”
His mouth came coaxingly down over her smiling lips. When he intensified the kiss, she was thankful he was holding her up, because every second of their kisses dragged her further under his spell.
“Tomorrow,” he said, and held her hand as he walked out the door.
His fingers slipped along the length of hers, and when they parted, she mourned their connection.
“Good night.” He took a few steps toward the stairs and turned back. “One more kiss.”
Elation filled her as his lips met hers. She had never craved kissing anyone, and every single one of Treat’s kisses left her breathless.
When their lips parted, she whispered, “Night,” missing him already as he headed for the steps again.
He glanced back.
“One more?” she asked hopefully, and then she was in his arms, pushing her hands into his hair, wanting so much more.
When they reluctantly separated, he said, “If I don’t leave now, I won’t leave at all.” He touched his lips to her cheek, her chin, and then he cradled her face in his hands and said, “See you in my dreams, sweetness.”
She watched him descend the stairs, listened until his footsteps were no longer discernible, and then she went inside and leaned her back against the door. She closed her eyes, reveling in his scent lingering on her clothing and skin. She pressed her hands to her thundering heart, completely and utterly drenched in happiness, and when she opened her eyes, she saw his image everywhere—there in her private world—and she hoped it never changed.
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Chapter Twelve
THE NEXT MORNING Max was still high on Treat as she flew out her apartment door at seven—and ran smack into her new boyfriend’s hard chest with anoomph.
“Whoa.” Treat raised his arms, flashing his knee-weakening smile. “Sorry, sweetness. I thought I’d catch you before you left.” He carried a to-go cup in each hand, along with a white bag from the bakery down the street.
“Sorry! I’m not used to big, burly guys standing in the hallway.”
He leaned down for a kiss, and she wound her arms around his neck, her lips lingering on his.
“I think I could get used to this.” She ran her finger down the trail of buttons on his shirt. “You look quite handsome today.”
“I have a hot breakfast date with a sexy festival organizer.” He kissed her again and handed her a cup. “A little bird told me you loved French vanilla lattes.”
“Which bird would that be?”
