The world spun, and everything turned upside down. His arms cradled her as if she really belonged inside them. She didn’t know whose lips parted first, but their tongues touched.

It was a kiss made in lonely dreams. A kiss that took its time. A kiss that felt so right she couldn’t remember all the reasons it was wrong.

His hand plowed through her hair, and those hard hips pressed against hers. She felt what she’d done to him and loved it. Her breast tingled as he covered it with his palm.

He yelped and snatched his hand away. “Damn it!”

She sprang back and instinctively checked to see if her breast had grown teeth. But it wasn’t her breast.

He glared down at Roo, whose sharp, canine nails were digging into his leg. “Go away, mutt!”

Reality crashed back in on her. Just what did she think she was doing playing kissy-face with Mr. I’m Too Sexy? And she couldn’t even blame him for letting things get out of hand because she was the one who’d started it.

“Stop it, Roo.” Shaken, she pulled the dog away.

“Don’t you ever trim the Klingon’s toenails?”

“He wasn’t attacking you. He just wanted to play.”

“Yeah? Well, so did I!”

A long silence quivered between them.

She wanted him to be the first to look away, but he didn’t, so she looked right back. It was unnerving. While she felt like hiding under the bed, he seemed perfectly willing to stand there all evening and think things over. The breast he’d touched still felt warm.

“This is getting complicated,” he finally said.

She was messing with the NFL, so she ignored her rubbery legs. “Not for me. You’re an okay kisser, by the way. So many athletes gnaw.”

The corners of his eyes crinkled. “You just keep fighting, Daphne. Now, are we going to get dinner, or should we get back to work on that hickey you want so bad?”

“Forget the hickey. Sometimes the cure is worse than the disease.”

“And sometimes bunny ladies turn into chickens.”

She wasn’t going to win this game, so she stuck her nose in the air like the rich heiress she wasn’t, then grabbed the red tablecloth and swirled it around her shoulders.

The North Woods décor made the dining room of the Wind Lake Inn feel like an old hunting lodge. Indian-blanket-print curtains hung at the long, narrow windows, and the rustic walls displayed a collection of snowshoes and antique animal traps, along with the mounted heads of deer and elk. Molly focused on the birchbark canoe hanging from the rafters instead of those staring glass eyes.