They picked up sodas at the concession stand. At this early hour, the small, dark theater was empty.

“If you don’t mind, I like to sit near the back.”

“How’s this?” Conner chose two center seats, a few rows from the rear of the theater. They sat, putting their sodas in the cup holders as the feature started. No one else had come in.

“Hey, we’ve got a private showing.” Conner raised the armrests between their seats before he leaned back, laying an arm behind her shoulders.

Megan laughed. “I feel like I’m in high school again.”

His hand cupped her shoulder, pulling her closer against him. “If we were really in high school, you know what I’d do, don’t you?”

“What?” She was all big-eyed innocence.

“This.” He leaned over and gave her what was meant to be a playful kiss. But as their lips clung, he felt her catch fire. He turned in the seat, using both his arms to mold her against him. He felt the little catch of her breath, the pounding of her heart against his as her mouth softened, lips parting, opening to welcome the thrust of his tongue.

A moan rose in her throat as their mouths played with each other, exploring, taking time. Her hands cupped his head, one finger circling the contours of his ear. The light contact sent a hot current pulsing through Conner’s body. He could feel the need, the mounting desire. He fought the temptation to slide a hand beneath her sweater and touch her in intimate ways, right here in the theater with the movie playing on the screen.

What was he thinking?

“Damn it, woman,” he growled. “If we don’t stop now, what you’re doing to me is going to get us in trouble.”

Flushed and breathless, she pulled away as he released her. Their timing was good. A family with teenagers, and what appeared to be elderly grandparents, filed into the theater and took seats a few rows in front of them. She gave him a smile.

“I think we’d better just watch the movie,” she whispered.

He leaned back with a sigh, caught her hand, and cradled it in his. Even that chaste contact of her warm skin with his was enough to send his senses spinning.

He might have suggested that they leave for the privacy of the Jeep, but Megan really seemed into the movie. He watched a tear trickle down her cheek as Jimmy Stewart came home to his family, saved at last, and the blasted angel finally got his wings.

“Thank you,” she said, stirring in her seat. “I’d forgotten what a wonderful story this is.”

“My pleasure.” Conner wouldn’t lie by saying he’d enjoyed the film, but he’d loved being next to her and watching her tender reaction. “What do you say we drop those chocolates off at the hospital and head for home?”