Heart Throbs

Heart Throbs Janet Lane Walters New Concepts Publishing www.newconceptspublishing.com Distributed by Fictionwise. Copyright © 2004 by Janet Lane Walters First published by New Concepts Publishing, May 2004 NOTICE: This work is copyrighted. It is licensed only for use by the purchaser. Making copies of this work or distributing it to any unauthorized person by any means, including without limit email, floppy disk, file transfer, paper print out, or any other method constitutes a violation of International copyright law and subjects the violator to severe fines and/or imprisonment. New Concepts Publishing 5202 Humphreys Rd. Lake Park, GA 31636 www.newconceptspublishing.com Chapter 1 Magda Malone jammed her hands in the pockets of her white lab coat and felt the fabric rip. Just what she needed to add a bit of anger to what she'd just been asked to do. Why wouldn't he understand no meant absolutely not? Her jaw clenched. The temptation to commit an act of violence hovered like a giant thunderhead. She stared out the window of her office on the fifth floor of Rivertown Memorial Hospital and shoved her fury into a corner of her mind. Sucking in a deep breath, she turned to her colleague and friend. At the moment, she wasn't sure friend was operative. “Would you repeat your question?" “Could you come to dinner tonight?” the cardiologist asked. That wasn't the portion of the original question she wanted to hear. “I believe there was more." “Like I said. Nothing formal. It's not a party or anything." “Come on. Say what you said before. I need to be sure I'm not going deaf."

“Lin and I want you to meet my new partner. He's her cousin and a really great guy." Magda glared. “Ben, I'm not letting you off the hook. What did you want me to do with this man?" He studied his hands. “Was just a suggestion, not an order." “And that was?" “You can show him a good time.” He joined her at the window. She arched a brow. “A good time as in.... “Her voice trailed away. She thought she had grasped his suggestion, but she wanted to hear the words repeated. Then she would stomp. “Does your wife know you're soliciting?" “What?” His round face reddened. “That's not what I ... well, maybe ... just ... couldn't you make him happy to be in Rivertown? If you two don't click, you could show him around the ... dating scene. You know what I mean. Lin and I want him to settle here." Magda shook her head. “Spit it out, Doctor.” Anger oozed from the dark corner and colored her voice. “Just how do I accomplish your purpose?" He stared at the window. “Anything it takes." “No deal.” She clipped the words. Would he understand why she was so angry? “Mag, come on. Wasn't I there for you when you needed a shoulder. I need a partner who will stay, especially now." Magda sighed. Ben and Linda had been there when she'd needed them, but he was asking for too much. “Why me?" “Men like you. You like them and--" “Don't say it.” She stalked to the desk and stared at the stack of folders needing her attention. “I don't want to lose a good friend, but you're treading on the brink." “I didn't mean you had to ... you know...." She rested her hands on the cool metal surface. “Let us set the record straight. I choose the men I want in my life. I don't need anyone, not even a good friend, fixing me up with a man." “I hear you.” He sank on the chair across from the desk. “Lin said you're bored with the local dating scene. Come to dinner. If you don't like Eric, you can leave. If you do, who knows what will happen. Give me one good reason you're being so stubborn." Was the invitation his idea or his wife's? Sure she'dtold her friend about the lack of interesting and eligible men in the area. Did it matter who had dreamed up this scheme? She wasn't about to accept. Her friends had heard her views time and again. She wasn't about to repeat them. “What do I always say?" “You don't play where you work." “Sounds like you've heard me." “But--" “Been there. Done that. Got burned."

He rolled his eyes. “But you received a nice divorce settlement. Give my new partner a chance. What can you lose?" My independence, she thought. “Goodbye, Ben.” She pointed to the door. “There's a large flock of available women out there who would be glad, even eager, to meet an available doctor. I can name a dozen who are closer to his age." “So he's a bit younger. What's seven years?” He backed to the door. “Almost half a generation. See you." He opened the door. “Eric has a thing for older women." “Good for him. Ask Mabel Gray to dinner." “Older. Not ancient." “Tell Linda I'll call tomorrow. Let her know I feel an urge for a shopping spree." He groaned. “For what?" She shrugged. “My vacation. Your soon-to-be baby. I can think of a dozen reasons, but I don't need an excuse to shop." “Bye.” He closed the door. Got him, she thought. Her anger changed to amusement. Spare me from matchmaking friends. She reached for the top folder. Her mind wandered from the budget to the future. Four weeks until vacation and she had plans. Sun, surf, moonlit nights at a singles’ resort where she could meet men who had no desire for a commitment. She wanted a fling or two that allowed her to escape with her heart intact. Her whirlwind marriage and the divorce a month after he had finished his surgical residency had taught her a painful lesson. Never become involved in a relationship with a doctor. Since the day the decree had become final, she'd controlled her life and she chose the men who shared her bed. Her pen skidded across the paper and left a red mark. Darn you, Ben. Why had he set her thoughts on days best forgotten? She heaved a sigh and returned to work. * * * * Eric Damon Blair III surveyed his new living space and grinned. Though the condo was mostly unfurnished, he was pleased with the place he'd bought last week. In the living room, he'd created a nest of pillows on the thick dark blue carpet. Perfect place for making love. He strode into the bedroom where the most important pieces of furniture had been delivered. The king-sized bed was ready for the kind of action he enjoyed. He turned to scan the living area. One nice feature of the unit was the bar between the kitchen and dining room. A couple of bar stools and he could eat there until he found a table and chairs. Once he knew his way around town and found some willing helpers, he would buy furniture. He conjured images of the women he would find. A sleek blonde. A ravishing redhead. A sultry brunette. All he had to do was meet them, but that had never been a problem. No strings. No commitments. He had no intention of following his parents’ examples. He'd lost count of the number of step-mamas and papas his parents had brought into his life. No marriage meant no divorce. He flipped the cover of his cell phone and tapped his cousin's number. Better give her the news of his purchase before she called the police and the area hospitals looking for him. “Linda, what's up?" “Eric, where are you?" “It's Damon. Eric is my father and our grandfather."

She laughed. “Forgot the name change. You're late. What happened? Traffic? An accident? Were you hurt?" “None of the above." “Then where are you? Expected you two hours ago." “In town. Had a bit of luck.” He settled against the headboard of the bed. “Found my own place." “But you were staying with us while you looked for a house. I have plans." He rolled his eyes. He was sure she had a dozen schemes to match him with some marriage-seeking friend. He had no intention of camping in his cousin's guest room. Watching a nesting mom-to-be and a proud daddy-in-waiting wasn't a scene he wished to face. “Sorry. Ran into the brother of a patient who wanted to sell his condo. Had the money from the trust. Place is great. Once I'm settled, I'll throw a party." “You are coming to dinner tonight, aren't you?" “Depends." “There's this woman I want you to meet. Ben and I invited her over. You'll like her. She's--" “Forget your schemes.” Damon groaned. Just like he'd figured. “What is it with you happily-marrieds? Can't stand to see anyone free? I don't need help to find women. That's plural. Don't want a permanent attachment." She laughed. “Neither does my friend. That's why I thought you two were a perfect match." “Thanks for thinking of me. I'll pass and find my own. Talk to you later. I'm off to unpack the car." “When will we see you?" “If something doesn't come up, I'll drop by tomorrow or Sunday. Unless ... you get the idea." “What could come up? You're new in town." He chuckled. “You'd be surprised. Sometimes being the new kid can have amazing results. Gives the ladies a new body to explore." “You're impossible." “But lovable. Ciao." Damon rose from the bed and headed to the door. Now to unpack the sound system. Then shower, shave, change and hit the local watering holes. Fridays were always good social nights at the bars. Surely he'd find more interesting company than an unattached female who needed friends to find her a date. Even if she didn't admit to being part of the husband-hunting set, he'd seldom met a woman who didn't turn huntress when she learned he was a doctor. **** Magda shoved the last folder in the drawer and made a series of phone calls to

check for problems pending on the units she supervised. All was calm. She flipped the calendar to Monday, slung her bag over her shoulder and left the hospital. As she strode to her car, she uncoiled the chignon at her nape and combed her fingers through the strands. Freedom, she thought. On the way home, she stopped at the supermarket, picked up her birth control, bought strawberries and sour cream and rented a movie. She intended to spend the evening with a kick-action flick and dreams of her coming vacation. The warm breeze carried a hint of rising humidity. She opened the convertible top and let the wind blow her hair. Her laughter rose above the classic rock throbbing from the speakers. Years ago, she'd been dumb, but her divorce attorney had been shrewd. The car and the luxury condo were courtesy of her ex. Still, the settlement she'd received hadn't made her believe she was a woman for the long haul. Did it matter? Short term was a challenging adventure. As she drove into the complex, the guard leaned from the booth. “Ms. Malone, new tenant alert." “Where?" “The other apartment in your building." “Thanks.” Magda waved. He'd said tenant as in single. Male or female? Dare she hope for attractive, interesting and available. She pulled into the garage beneath her unit and noted the empty boxes at the curb. After grabbing her package, she headed for the foyer. Maybe she would drop by and welcome the newcomer. When she saw the man on the steps leading to the apartment level, she sucked in a breath. Neighbor or mover? Married or single? A rush of excitement rose. Wouldn't take much to learn his status. Denim cutoffs provided a view of tanned muscular legs. Her gaze traveled to appraise flat abs, broad shoulders and a well-developed chest. A slow smile changed his features from merely handsome to rugged and fascinating. The streak of white in his jet hair looked like a lightning bolt had seared a path. Brilliant blue eyes captured her gaze. Steam flowed through her veins. No attached man sent those kind of signals unless he was out for a fling. In that case, she'd pass. Only the unattached need apply. She didn't do married or engaged. She saw no wedding band, but these days, the absence meant nothing. Still her plans for a quiet evening began to change. She started up the steps. He followed. “Hello, neighbor." His deep voice acted like a jolt from the cardiac conversion paddles and sent her imagination into overdrive. How would his sensuous lips taste? And those strong hands and long fingers. How would they feel on her flesh? “Welcome to Rivertown.” She paused at her door, turned and smiled.

He reached for her hand. “Damon." “Magda.” She liked the laugh lines around his eyes. Must be about my age. Perfect. His thumb stroked the back of her hand. More than perfect, she thought. Life had taken a turn in the right direction. Her nipples contracted. She glanced down. The bulge beneath his fly seemed to swell. Attraction--mutual--instant. “So nice to meet my new neighbors." “Neighbor,” he said. “I live alone." “Same here.” Her tongue played along her lower lip. Interest darkened his eyes. This man was as hot as molten lava and she was ready to burn. “Have you met any of the other neighbors?" “Just arrived this morning. You're the first." “Do you have any plans for this evening?" He stepped closer. She held her ground. “If I did, they're toast. Any suggestions?" She met his gaze. “How about dinner? My place at seven and ... afterwards, we'll see what develops.” She inhaled the scent of the man. Masculine. A hint of spice. A potent drug laced with aromas to stir her hormones. “I'd like that. I'll bring the wine. Do you like champagne?" “What's not to like?” She smiled. “Hope you have a healthy appetite." He touched her lips with a finger. “That's one thing I have in good supply." She flicked her tongue against his skin. He tasted like a sin she planned to commit. “See you then.” She opened the door of her unit, then turned and blew a kiss. “'Til seven." “Oh, yeah." He growled the words. She nearly asked him in for a sample and instant gratification. Except, anticipation made the juices flow. She leaned against the cool metal surface of the door. Her thoughts raced. She could make more than a single meal of the man. Could she parlay dinner to extend for the entire weekend? **** Damon fisted his hands and stared at Magda's door. He took one step, then a second and raised his hand to knock on the door. He drew back. He wanted her now. If she hadn't slipped away, he would have taken her against the wall. He liked the way she moved. He liked the way she smelled. Her response had danced along his nerves like an electric charge. He sucked in a breath. Her subtle scent lingered, teased and increased his desire to taste her skin. He'd waged a battle to keep from grabbing and taking. Right now, he felt like he'd just completed a marathon. He could wait. He could control the raging need.

As he entered his unit, he thought about her lush breasts, could almost feel the weight of them filling his hands. He wanted to capture a taut nipple with his mouth and lick salt from her skin. When her tongue had flicked his finger, he'd almost lost his mind. That bothered him. He'd always set the boundaries of an affair. He couldn't let lust become an obsession. Never happened before. Couldn't now. Good thing he'd begged off dinner with Lin, Ben and the woman they'd wanted him to meet. Would have been boring and possibly a trap with jagged teeth to snag him. He strode through the living room. How could he find a way to extend dinner and what followed into a weekend with his sexy neighbor? A quick check of the medicine cabinet showed he needed some essential supplies. Call him cautious, but he always wore condoms. He'd seen the results of carelessness. Not for him. He hoped Magda felt the same. He grabbed his car keys from the dresser. His cell phone chimed. “Yeah,” he said. “Ben here. There'll be just three of us at dinner. Do you mind?" Guess he hasn't talked to Lin, Damon thought. “So what happened to this woman Lin thinks is just perfect for me?" “She said no." “Really.” At any other time, this would have bothered him. Women usually jumped to meet him. “Did you mention I'm a doctor?" “She knows and that's one of her problems. She doesn't do doctors. Not to mention you're too young and she doesn't play where she works." Damon laughed. “Her loss. Doesn't matter. I can't come. Something more interesting came up." “As in female?" “What else?" Ben chuckled. “How long have you been in town?" “Six, seven hours." “Amazing." “Just lucky." “Are you at the house?" “Found my own place and an interesting woman." “Is it wise to move in with someone you don't know?" “I'm not. Bought a condo last week. Met her, maybe fifteen minutes ago." “What's she like?" Damon sensed curiosity in Ben's voice. “Tall, long legs, great body."

“Name." Damon laughed. “No way, buddy. I won't give you a chance to warn her about your cousin-in-law's rules of life." “Imagine she's beautiful." Damon frowned. Was she? He wasn't sure. He called her image into his thoughts. Her features weren't classic. Her full lips cried to be tasted. Her hair was brown. So were her bedroom eyes. Beautiful, no. Still, something about her had hit him with hurricane force. “Let's just say she's intriguing." “Where's this condo you bought?” Ben asked. “I could drop by so we can discuss the practice." Damon laughed. “No way. What could have changed since the last time we talked? You know what they say about curiosity." “Caught me. Give me a buzz tomorrow. Want to go over the on call schedule." “If I surface." Ben chuckled. “You're incorrigible. If not tomorrow, come Sunday for brunch and bring this woman." “Don't count on it." “What about now?" “Can't. Need to run to the store. In case we don't talk before, see you Monday evening at the hospital." “Be there at eight." “Will do.” Damon disconnected and strode from the apartment. He glanced at Magda's door. One hour and counting. * * * * His mouth covered hers. He cupped her breasts. His thumbs caressed her nipples. She slid her hands beneath his shirt. The clock chimed six times. Magda gasped. How long had she been lost in an erotic fantasy with her new neighbor in the lead role? She pushed away from the door. In an hour, he would be ringing the bell. Dinner at seven followed by an evening of pure pleasure. How could she have lost herself in a world created by a steaming imagination when there was so much to do? She dashed to the kitchen. There wasn't time to prepare a gourmet meal laden with suggestive touches. The last time she'd found a man intriguing enough to invite for a meal had been six months ago. She defrosted two steaks, made her special marinade, zapped several potatoes to partially cooked. After cutting them in wedges, she seasoned the pieces. Thank heavens for packaged salads and bottled dressing. She hurried to the bedroom, stripped and changed the linens. She spread the thick featherbed over the sheets. Like making love on a cloud, she thought. Her body tingled with anticipation and a new fantasy crept into her thoughts. Cool it. Before entering another sex-laden fantasy, she gathered the clothes she'd dropped on the floor as she'd dressed for work and dumped them in the hamper. Then on to the bathroom to tidy the area around the sink. She shoved the plastic birth control container in the medicine cabinet. Why was it still out? Had she taken her daily dose? A frown wrinkled her forehead. Taking the pill was part of her morning routine, but so was storing the box. Her thoughts flashed back. Open cabinet. Remove container. Take pill. A phone call from the hospital had interrupted her routine. Tension ebbed. Back to work. After hanging new towels on the racks, she took a deep breath. Calm down.

There's time. The man had churned more emotions more than she cared to admit. Memories of his hot body and his come-hither eyes flashed into her thoughts. Her body responded. She shook her head. No time for fantasies when the real man would soon arrive. Could she curb her eagerness to feel his naked flesh and body dance with him? As she scurried around the living room, she couldn't stop thinking about his muscular body. She felt a major attraction to Damon. Damon who? Neither of them had offered a last name. Oh well, she would learn in time. She sucked in a breath. Had been a long time since she'd been so eager for a man. Try seven years and her ex. What a mistake she'd made then. She'd allowed him to set the pace. She'd fallen for his line. Med student needs helpmate. More like Sugar Mama. She'd paid the rent, bought the food, handled all the bills. Then she'd been dumped like clothing gone out of fashion. Not this time. She knew all the traps. How would Damon react when she controlled the evening? His reaction would be a factor she used to decide if they went beyond tonight. * * * * Damon stood at the counter in the package store and paid for the champagne. He tucked the box of his favorite condoms in the bag the clerk handed him. The muscle-bound guy grinned. “Looks like you're planning a big evening." “Oh yeah.” Damon strode away. Just thinking about Magda brought heat. Been some time since he'd found a woman who electrified his senses. When he stepped outside, warm moist air flowed over his skin. The sultry day headed towards a sultry evening with one sultry woman. Just the right ingredients for the kind of time he enjoyed. He smiled and savored a memory of the invitation he'd seen in her bedroom eyes. A vase of deep red roses in the window of a florist shop caught his attention. The flowers spoke of passion. He nodded. Not a dozen, only one. A subtle touch to signal desire, never love. As he drove to the condo, classic rock blared from the car speakers. He parked in the garage and took the stairs two at a time. Shower, shave, dress. He put the champagne to chill and headed to the bathroom for a cold shower to cool his appetite for the lady next-door. The evening promised to be a sizzler. Just what did Magda have in mind besides dinner? Should he go with her agenda or put his own plans to play? Images of what he'd like to do to do to her lush body stirred an erection and an ache to thrust into her depths. He flipped the shower to frigid and let the water dampen his rising ardor. At five to seven, he tucked a supply of condoms in his trouser pockets. If the evening extended through the weekend, he could always slip over and re-supply. He took the champagne from the refrigerator and lifted the rose from the counter. He was armed and he hoped as dangerous as his neighbor desired.

As he strode to the door, his cell phone chimed. He ignored the persistent sound. The only people he knew in Rivertown were his cousin, his partner and the woman next-door. She had his number, but not the one for his phone. Anyone else could leave a voice mail. He would catch them later. Much later, he hoped. Chapter 2 Magda brushed charcoal from her hands and started the grill. By the time she was ready to cook the steaks, the fire would be perfect. She put plates and silverware on the round balcony table. She loved cooking for men and watching them eat. Hearing their sounds of satisfaction when they tasted the food always brought a rush of desire. A man with a healthy appetite for food usually had one for other things. In the kitchen, she washed her hands and checked her other preparations. Salad in the bowl, cruet filled with an herbal vinaigrette, crab puffs ready to pop in the oven. All was in order for a meal followed by a double dessert of strawberries and sex. Thoughts of the things she could do with the berries, sour cream and raw sugar made her tingle with anticipation. She dragged a plump strawberry through the cream, dredged it in the sugar and sucked the treat into her mouth. The succulent juices made her grin. Perfect. In the bathroom, she cast a longing look at the Jacuzzi, but a shower would have to do. As she stripped, she fantasized a long soak with Damon. After a session of athletic body sport, he could join her here. His azure eyes had issued a challenge she fully intended to accept. She tossed her clothes in the hamper and grabbed a shower cap. Damon's rugged features, his killer smile flashed in her thoughts. Magda Malone, stop dawdling. You'll be greeting your guest in the raw if you don't move. An interesting idea, but not for a first encounter. Getting-to-know-you called for slow and easy. She chuckled. Not too slow. She stepped beneath the warm spray, soaped and rinsed. With a towel wrapped sarong-fashion, she padded to the bedroom. As she pulled on white lace bikinis and fastened the front clasp of the matching bra, the clock chimed the quarter hour.

Excitement fluttered in her belly. He'd be here soon. Would he fulfill the promise she'd seen in his eyes? She daubed perfume in strategic places, then opened the closet. Which dress? The blue or her favorite green. She looked from one to the other. The blue halter was the shade of his eyes and a too blatant statement of her interest. Subtle was best. She slipped her arms into the sleeveless pale green and ran her fingers over the intricate cutwork. The pattern continued from the plunging neckline down both sides of the front opening and allowed small glimpses of her skin and lacy underwear. Purposefully, she left the bottom four buttons open. She studied her reflection in the closet mirror. The swirl of the skirt and the separation drew attention to her legs. After stepping into leather thong sandals, she brushed her hair and caught the mass at her nape with a huge silver barrette. A touch of lipstick and she was ready for action. Just as the clock struck seven times, the doorbell rang. Magda took a deep breath and went to the door. Damon looked delicious. His blue shirt matched his eyes. He'd left several buttons open allowing her a view of his dark chest hair. Her fingers itched to touch, to feel the texture against her skin. He smiled. “Well, hello neighbor." Her heart skittered. “Come in." His eyes roved from her face to her toes and back. Heat followed the path. He held her gaze and stepped inside. “You look great." “I'm so glad you came." “Mutual.” He pushed the door closed with his heel. After setting two bottles of champagne on the table beside the door, he presented a rose. “Made me think of you and what's to come." She inhaled the fragrance and placed the rose beside the champagne. She stepped closer. “Welcome to Rivertown.” Their gazes locked. “Let's make the welcome official.” She pressed her lips to his. His arms tightened around her and he ran his tongue over her mouth. She opened and flicked his tongue with hers. His hands moved to her buttocks and pressed her against his erection. Fire spread along her skin and settled low in her abdomen. She wanted to indulge in the heady sensations sweeping through her. Too fast. Time to call a halt. Though the voice in her head urged her to step aside, the responses surging through her body called for more. She wanted to ride the waves of passion battering her, yet she drew away. “Oh lord, you're good." The groan that rumbled from his chest echoed hers. “So are you." “We've time to explore each other,” she whispered. “After dinner." “Looking forward.” He released her. “Did I taste strawberries?" “Dessert."

“I've other plans for that course." “Do you now?” She arched a brow. “Nothing wrong with having more than one treat." He gazed into her eyes. “You've got that right. Another sample?” His mouth touched the corner of hers. He nibbled on her lower lip, then sucked and nipped. She moved and delighted in the swelling of his erection. Feels so good. Whoa. Moving directly to dessert wasn't part of her plan. If she pulled away, would he protest and try to force his own agenda? She hoped not, and there was one way to learn. She slipped from his embrace. “We have all evening to indulge." “Or the entire weekend,” he said. “I'm all yours." “Great minds, but let's see how it plays. Time for me to see to dinner. After all, that's why you're here." He ran a finger along her arm. “Just for dinner?" “What do you think?” After retrieving the rose, she sauntered to the kitchen. Another kiss would have shattered her resistance. Though she intended to explore every inch of his muscular body, she wasn't taking the fast lane. **** Damon watched the sway of Magda's hips beneath the full skirt of the green dress. Subtle, sexy and oh, so hot. Light streamed through the doors leading to the balcony outlining her long legs against the cloth of her skirt. He sucked in a shuddering breath and grasped for control of a rampant need to bury himself deep. He would take the slow and easy, but how badly he wanted to rush. He grabbed the champagne bottle and followed her. “Have a corkscrew handy?” If not, he would dash to his place for one and an ice pack for his groin. She put the rose on the counter and opened a drawer. “Ice bucket on the bar is full." “I like a woman who's prepared.” Her smile sent fire to his shaft. “Always and for everything." He lifted the rose, stroked her cheek with the flower, then touched the petals to her lips. He traced a line down her throat to her cleavage. The message he read in her eyes called for caution. His body urged boldness. She took the rose and brushed it over his lips. “Later." He uncorked the champagne and filled the pair of glasses beside the ice bucket. She carried a pan to the screened balcony and put the contents on the grill. When she turned, he handed her one of the flutes. “To the start of a beautiful friendship."

She touched her glass to his. “And to an exciting adventure for two." He laughed. “I do like you.” His gaze settled on her breasts. When he glanced up, he saw desire in her eyes. His penis felt heavy, engorged, ready. He plucked the glass from her hand and set it on the table beside his. He caught her in an embrace, ran his lips along her throat and tongued the valley between her breasts. Her soft moans heightened his need for her. She massaged his biceps. His breath caught. Slow down before this blows out of control. They had the entire weekend to explore their mutual desires. He swallowed, released her and walked to the side of the balcony. He stared at the matching area of his unit. The distance between them was just a foot or two. He nodded. How convenient. He unlatched the screen. Perhaps one night, he would make a surprise visit. The scenario that evolved made him smile. “You're as heady as the champagne, but we need to slow down.” Her voice vibrated with passion. “There are crab cakes in the oven. Should be done." “I'll get them.” Moments later, he returned with a platter of appetizers and the bowl of salad. “I like a man who's handy in the kitchen.” She popped a puff in her mouth, then fed him one. He sucked her fingers. “How about handy elsewhere?" “That's a given.” She laughed. “And I'll just bet you are.” Her gaze raked him. “Put the salad and appetizers on the table. How do you like your steak?" “Medium." “Same here.” She lifted the grill lid and turned the meat. “Should be done soon.” She ate another crab puff and finished the champagne. As Damon refilled their glasses, he watched Magda's graceful movements. Desire swamped him and he imagined the evening ahead. He hoped her appetite matched his for he had a ravenous hunger for more than food. She put the steaks and potatoes on two plates. He served the salad. Teamwork, he thought. There was no need for words. Almost like a mental link had formed between them. Should make for great sex. When he tasted the steak, a contented sound rumbled through him. “This is terrific. Care to share your secret?" “Bourbon and garlic." “Garlic on the potatoes, too." She nodded. “And fresh basil.” She pointed to the pots on the front sill. “Garlic's good for you." “You into health?" “That's my job. And yours?" Did she mean her job involved cooking or some form of health care? He wasn't about to ruin the evening by telling her he was a doctor. Always brought an itch for marriage in a woman. He'd seen the syndrome all too often. Unmarried doctor needs wife. Unmarried woman would be perfect mate. “Start a new position Monday."

She arched a brow. “I think there's something you're not saying." “More than one something.” He reached for the salad dressing. “Wouldn't do to reveal all our secrets in the first hour of a date.” His occupation would remain secret for as long as possible. He had no desire to end this affair before it started. “Tell me about Rivertown. Have you lived here long?" “Almost seven years.” She cut her steak. “What would you like to know?" Her husky voice rippled over his nerve endings. “Anything. Everything." She laughed. “A big order. If you're into antiques, there are a dozen shops. There are about any type of restaurant you might like to try." “Night life?" “A busy one. If you'd like, after dinner, we can take a tour of my favorites." He covered her hand. “Maybe another time. Tonight, my plans call for staying inside." Her dark eyes narrowed. “So tell me about these plans." He ran a finger along her arm. “Seeing you naked. Hearing you purr with pleasure." She slid her tongue over her lips. “We do have a lot in common. I've the same plans for you." He thought of the moment her tongue had flicked against his finger and growled. “Sounds like we're up for indoor games.” His lips brushed hers. When they finished dinner, he helped carry dishes to the kitchen. She took a bowl of strawberries, one of sour cream and a third of raw sugar from the refrigerator and carried them to the living room. He refilled their champagne glasses and put them on the coffee table. The stand holding the CDs caught his attention and he crossed to browse the titles. “Another common bond. Vintage rock." “Choose some." He selected three. She popped them into the player. “Dance with me." Her arms circled his neck. The music's beat pulsed between them. Her scent tantalized. He unfastened the barrette and combed his fingers through her hair. Soft strands clung to his skin. The dark mass reached the middle of her back. She fit his arms as though she'd been created to be there. Now that was a dangerous thought. He had no intention of walking down that street. They swayed to the rhythm of the music. His mouth descended on hers in an open mouth kiss. Tongues twisted and tasted. She stroked his nape with her fingernails. The kiss continued until he had to draw back and gasp deep breaths. “You're flammable." Her hands moved from his shoulders and slipped between them. One by one, she opened the buttons of his shirt. Like butterfly wings, her fingers brushed

his skin, then toyed with his chest hair. Her mouth fastened on one of his nipples. She teased with her teeth. He felt a jolt of liquid fire in his groin. When he reached for the buttons on her dress, she danced away. “I want to see all of you.” Magda's words flowed like honey. He met her gaze. “I'm yours." His response delighted her. She'd never been this attuned to a man. On one level, the strength of the passion flowing between them frightened her. A connection this powerful could become a conflagration and consume her completely. “Magda,” he said. “Don't be impatient.” She reached the coffee table and dipped two strawberries into the cream and sugar. She licked the tip of one and sucked the berry into her mouth. She held the other out to Damon. “Dessert?" “You're driving me crazy.” He strode toward her. Purpose gleamed in his eyes. She held the berry on her palm. “Taste." “I'd rather taste you." “In good time." He bent and took the strawberry in his mouth. His tongue laved her palm. Magda felt a current shoot along her nerves. She treated two more berries. This time, he held his between his teeth. “Share." She closed her mouth over the end. He clasped her hips and pulled her close enough to press her against his bulging fly. She splayed her hands on his chest and slid them toward his trousers. He pressed her hand against his erection. She felt how hard and ready he was. He growled. She grasped the tab of the zipper. “Careful." “Always.” His engorged penis thrust through the opening. Magda ran a finger along the length. “I've always wanted to meet a man bold enough to go without underwear.” She circled the head with a finger. “Only for special occasions." He grunted the words. She smiled. She liked bold. She liked Damon. His control delighted her. Most men would have grabbed and groped. She unfastened his belt and opened the waistband. His trousers slid to the floor. She stepped back to admire the thrust of his erection. Lord, he was magnificent. He sank on the couch. “Magda, come here." She knelt to remove his shoes and socks, then pulled his trousers off. She slid her hands along his calves. The coarse hair brushed her palms. She massaged his thighs, then fondled his scrotum. She grasped his shaft and watched a bead of liquid form on the tip. He was so hard. Dampness spread along her panties. She wished she'd thought to put a condom near the couch.

“Magda." His voice, roughened with need, sent waves along her skin. She looked up. “Does it bother you to let me be the one in charge, the one still dressed?" His crooked smile teased. “Bother, oh yeah, but not the way you think. Brings some interesting ideas to mind.” He stretched out on the couch and ran his hands over the plush surface. “Let me show you one or two." “Not yet.” She watched the way his hand caressed the fabric. Her breathing and heart rate sped. He looked like a Roman god at an orgy. She lifted one of the champagne flutes, sipped, then offered the glass to him. He put his lips were hers had been and drank. “More dessert.” She dipped her fingers in the sour cream and sugar. As she licked her fingers, she watched him. His eyes darkened. His abs tightened. His erection tempted, but she'd wait for that pleasure. She treated her fingers a second time and brushed them over his lips. He licked them clean. He drew her fingers into his mouth and sucked. His tongue stroked. Her breasts grew heavy. Warmth collected and throbbed. She felt a gush of fluid. Oh, this was prime time. He grasped her waist and drew her down beside him. He caught her lower lip with his teeth. Her heart thundered in her ears. Was he the one? He caressed her breasts, thumbed the nipples. The movement of cloth over the sensitive nubs brought a moan of pure pleasure. For now, only the moment mattered. He was everything she desired. As the kiss deepened and his tongue thrust into her mouth, his hand slid beneath her skirt. Delicious waves of sensation threatened to derail her efforts to control the encounter. He ran his hands along her calves and inched toward her thighs. Magda felt as though she were drowning in the erotic feelings his touch evoked. He released her mouth. Their chests rose and fell as they gasped for breath. His fingers edged beneath her panties. Once more their mouths joined. Tongues dueled and moved in concert with his fingers. She rocketed to a climax. For a time, she savored the aftershocks. “I want to tear your clothes off,” Damon whispered. “Taste you. Bury myself to the hilt." She slid from his embrace. The Beatles flowed from the speaker. “You want to see me naked?" He groaned. “You have no idea how much." She kissed him lightly. “That can be arranged." “Now." “Soon.” The urgency in his voice flooded her, made her want to rush, but she also wanted to prolong her moment of control. She sauntered across the room, slipped off her sandals and brushed her feet over the plush carpet. She'd never stripped before, but she'd never been with a man who stirred her so deeply. **** As Damon watched Magda's body move to the beat of the music, his eyes narrowed to focus only on her. While she slowly unbuttoned her dress, she

undulated. The top slid from her shoulders and slid down her arms. Don't move, he thought. He had to follow her lead, but the urge to drag her into his arms strengthened. In his amorous adventures, he'd always called the shots. Heated kisses, stirring caresses, bringing the woman to climax, then erupting. This woman tantalized, roused him so deeply, he needed to bring her down to the carpet and push the encounter to the end. He gulped a series of breaths, sucked the air deep. This woman was more enchanting that any he could recall. Her dress pooled around her ankles. She posed, hands on hips with her legs apart. She swayed to the music. Her long hair caught the rhythm in hypnotic sweeps. The beat of the music echoed in the beating of his heart. Damon licked his lips. His mouth felt dry. He grabbed the champagne and drank. Her bra and panties were white, almost opaque, but allowing him to see the dark shadows of her pubic hair and the aureoles around her nipples. He rose from the couch. “I want you now." “Then come.” She turned and walked toward an open door. Damon followed. The fibers of the carpet brushed against his soles adding to the sensations already storming his body. He wanted to seize, to possess, but he forced himself to play her game. Something in her gliding walk warned him if he wanted this woman until the fire she kindled became ashes, he had to take the slow road. “Magda.” He forced her name across his lips. “Don't run away." She glanced over her shoulder. A saucy smile beckoned. “Just want a change of scenery for the coming battle." He laughed. “Battle?" “One we both can win." “Interesting way of looking at what's about to happen." “Is it? War's been going on for eons." He entered the bedroom at her heels. He wanted to scoop her into his arms and toss her on the large bed. She paused. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed his throbbing shaft against her skin. She edged back until his penis slid between her thighs. She moaned and nearly sent him over the edge. He moved his hands to cup her breasts. Just as he'd imagined, they filled his hands. His thumbs rubbed her nipples, felt them bud. She moved in a restless dance that dragged a groan from his gut. Oh yeah, here was a woman who could match his desires. For an instant, he wondered if he could let her go when the blaze died to cinders. How hard could the ending be? He pushed these thoughts away. Why think of endings when an affair had just begun? With a practiced movement, he opened the clasp of her bra and stroked the soft yet taut flesh. A moan flowed from her. He lifted her long hair and kissed her nape and shoulders while sliding the bra straps down her arms. She turned and gazed into his eyes. “I want you." He met her mouth and thrust his tongue inside. His lips left hers and gazed her

cheek and neck. She arched so he could nuzzle her throat. So responsive, he thought. Seemed as though they needed no words to know how to pleasure each other. His lips reached the upper swell of her breasts. She arched further. His arm supported her body. His engorged shaft moved across the lace bikini. He captured a nipple and suckled. “Damon,” she cried. He raised her and rested his forehead against hers. She grasped his penis, sliding her hands back and forth. A small spurt of semen threatened to become a gusher. He gasped a breath and tugged her hands away. He slid his fingers under the sides of her bikini. Once more, his lips met hers, tasted, then traced a path down her body. When his mouth reached the top of her panties, he caught the fabric with his teeth and pulled them down. His tongue flicked her clitoris. She placed her hands on his head. “Damon, please. Now." He raised his head. Her brown eyes glowed with desire. Ignoring her cries for satisfaction, he continued his assault on her. He felt her tremble. Her panting breaths were rich with sounds that drove him on. He slid her bikini to her ankles. In a sudden move, he rose and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed. As he lowered her to the mattress, his mouth moved on hers. His time was now. For an instant, he knelt between her legs, poised to thrust inside. A warning shout sounded in his head. Condom. Unprotected sex leads to marriage, not to mention other potential complications. He brushed her lips with his fingers. Forcing himself to rise, he left the bed. Chapter 3 “Damon, where are you going?” Magda fought to keep frustration from coloring her voice. What was wrong with him? What had gone wrong? “Left necessary equipment in trousers.” He grasped her hand. “Nothing against you, but safe is better than sorry. I want you. I'll have you. Be right back." A deep breath rippled her body. Protection. Another area they had in common. “I have condoms,” she said. “Show me.” He turned with the words. Seeing his erection erased her fears of being rejected. “Bedside stand. Drawer. Your choice." He sank on the edge of the bed and kissed her fingers. “I do like a woman who's prepared.” He opened the drawer. His laughter rippled. “Definitely prepared. What a variety." “It's the spice of life.” She ran a nail along his spine.

He rose, opened the packet and turned so she could watch. He stroked his penis and grasped the shaft at the base. “Oh yeah, here's to variety." Magda leaned forward. She watched him roll the condom down the length of his shaft. Her vulva throbbed. With one hand, she clutched the sheet. The other slipped between her thighs. Next time, she'd do the honors. Watching was good, but doing was so much better. He lay beside her and drew her into his arms. “Where were we?" “You don't remember?" “Remind me.” The featherbed billowed around them. “We could be swallowed by this thing." “Think of making love in the clouds.” She brought his hand to her breast. “Maybe we were here." He raised on one elbow, kissed her lightly and moved to kneel between her spread legs. “Think this is the place." She reached to draw him down. Their lips met in an open mouth kiss. Tongues played upon each other. Heat flowed from the fusion of their mouths, burned along her nerves and pulsed through her body. He thrust and growled. His tongue moved in a rhythm attuned to the movements of his body. She wrapped her legs around his hips and rocked with him. His chest hairs rubbed her chest. The tempo of their dance grew wild and frantic. For a moment, she thought of this man and forever, but forever was a fool's dream. As the rhythm of their bodies raced toward a crescendo, the sensations captured her and this moment became all. She soared to a summit. The sound he made, the rapid breaths, joined her cries for release. He collapsed atop her. Their shuddering sighs joined. Her hands moved on his back, sliding over the sweat-covered skin. She stroked and massaged. His mouth claimed hers in a possessive move. The kiss was hard and fast. He cupped her face and kissed her again. She felt as though she'd been branded by the currents flowing between them. He rolled to his side. She leaned over and brushed his lips with hers. “That was...." “Oh, yeah, it was.” His deep voice rumbled through her. She lay in the curve of his arm. For the moment, she was his and he was hers. There would be no tomorrows. A twinge of regret flowed into her thoughts. “Witch,” he whispered. “Warlock,” she said. “So glad I found you. Have a feeling we're two of a kind." Why did his assessment make her feel sad. She closed her eyes and imagined growing old loving this man. Preposterous. You don't even know who or what he is. Blowing smoke dreams is

dumb. About a month and this will die. You'll go on vacation and he'll move on. Nothing lasts forever. His breathing slowed and his hold on her loosened. Magda waited until she was sure he'd fallen asleep. She inched to the side of the bed, then turned to look at him. In sleep, he looked younger. She resisted the urge to brush his dark hair from his forehead, to kiss him awake. She slid from the bed. Why did she feel a need to cherish him, to keep him in her life. Impossible. Damon was hers for now, maybe for the weekend. She had no reason to hope for more. She padded to the bathroom and turned on the water to fill the Jacuzzi. Her earlier fantasies flashed into her thoughts. What roiled between them was so hot, surely the affair would end as fast as it had begun. Vacation in four weeks. Would she regret leaving? She sighed. Maybe they could become friends and not end as neighbors uneasy with each other. In the living room, she took the strawberries and sour cream from the coffee table. She stored them in the refrigerator. Later, she would suggest they find some inventive uses for dessert. When she returned to the bedroom, she found Damon sitting on the edge of the bed. He half rose. “Where were you?" She hoped she hadn't heard a demand for an explanation in his voice. Was he jockeying for control? “I took a walk." He shook his head. “Didn't mean to pry." She strode toward him. “Putting dessert away. Filling the Jacuzzi." He grasped her hands and pulled her to stand between his legs. He cupped her breasts, kissed one, then the other. When he drew a nipple into his mouth and sucked, a shiver of desire slid down her spine. This man was lethal. Would she overdose? She sighed. “Let's move this to the Jacuzzi and relax a bit." He grasped her buttocks and pulled her closer. He planted kisses on her belly. “Just relax?" She reached into the open drawer and took a condom. “And any other activity we might choose." “Good thinking.” He released her. “How did you manage a Jacuzzi?" “Put my order in when they were building the complex. I knew the contractor and

was one of the first owners.” She caught his hand. “This way." “I'm with you." When they entered the bathroom, she tested the water with a finger and started the jets. “Just right.” From the medicine cabinet, she took several combs and used them to pin her hair on top of her head. Damon stepped into the tub and held out his hand. “Come in. The water's perfect." Magda joined him. Wavelets lapped her skin. Water jetted against her body and stimulated the burn she felt for him. He sank into the water. “I envy you. All I have is a shower big enough for an orgy." “I know.” His shoulders stiffened. Magda frowned. “Do you have a problem?" “How well do you know my shower?" “Excuse me.” She floated to the other side of the tub. What was his problem? He had no right or reason to ask. “For your information, Joe and his wife were friends and neighbors. Reason enough for you." His expression changed to sheepish. “Guess I was out of line." “Definitely." He held up his hands. “You're a woman I'd enjoy being with for a long time. We really connect. Have I messed things up?" Magda shrugged. “Maybe." Damon kept his groan inside. Had he totally blown what could be an interesting and passionate interval in his life? He knew how to tell patients how sorry he was when a course of treatment failed. He could say those words to a family when there was a death. He'd never apologized to a woman he'd slept with, but he felt a strong need to force the words out. Magda wasn't helping. Her silence and stony look troubled him. He stretched his legs until his toes touched hers. “Could we begin again? I'm Damon, your new neighbor." She didn't speak. “Shouldn't have questioned your knowledge of my place,” he began. “None of my business. Jumped to a faulty conclusion.” He sucked in a breath. Wasn't she going to help him? What more could he say? “Really not my style. Live and let live. Who you've had in your life is your business. Jumped...." She began to laugh. “Are you saying you're sorry?” He nodded. “Just can't say the words." “Guess not." “Hi, I'm Magda. Welcome to Rivertown." He rubbed his feet over hers. “That was easy." “I hate to see a grown man suffer." He slid across the space between them. “I'm definitely suffering. Can you help me find a cure?” Their gazes meshed. “What are your symptoms?" “I have this swelling. Hurts."

She nodded. “We'll work on a cure." The water lapped over Magda's breasts, rising and falling to reveal glimpses of their fullness. He grasped her waist and lifted her so he could capture one in his mouth. She braced her hands on his shoulders and sighed with pleasure. His body responded instantly. He backed through the swirling water until he reached a ledge. Their mouths fused. She knelt with her knees on either side of his hips. He felt her skin touch his penis. “You're too much. I want you." She raised her head. “Too much?” She eased herself over his swollen shaft. “You're just right." He slid forward and braced his feet against the bottom of the tub. She slid her legs around his back and took more of his erection inside. As she moved, he grasped her hips. Condom. The word flashed in his thoughts. He started to push her back, then changed his mind. Damn, this felt too good to stop. He could always disengage before ejaculation. He rocked her closer. Her tongue traced his collarbone and found the spot that always drove him wild. Water churned and they moved faster and faster. Their mouths met. Her body arched and she tightened around him. Though he tried to hold back, he erupted with a force that nearly knocked them from the ledge. Until his breathing slowed and his heart settled into a regular rhythm, he rested his forehead against her shoulder. What was wrong with him? For the second time tonight, he'd made a mistake. First a jealous reaction, now this. What was there about Magda that made him want to be the sole man in her life? Why had he neglected to take his usual precautions? He groaned. “I thought I could hold back. I didn't mean ... not without a condom." She met his gaze. “I'm on birth control and I don't have, well, other things that might worry you." “I'm clean, too." “Then we're okay." He hugged her. “Better than okay.” Her hair had tumbled free. Long strands spread around them. Still holding her, he rose. “We'd better get out before we're wrinkled masses." She gathered her dripping hair and squeezed the ends. He stepped out, helped her, then kissed her gently. A kiss holding a promise he denied he wanted to make. As he clasped her in his arms, he realized he was heading in a direction he hadn't planned to take toward a destination he didn't want to reach. He had no desire for love and marriage. What he felt for her was a response to incredible sex. She handed him a towel. She used another to dry her body, then rubbed her hair briskly. She crossed to the vanity and turned on the hair dryer. “Let me brush your hair,” he said. She played the air over the long strands. “This is quicker." “My way is more fun.” He pulled the plug from the socket. “Brush and comb?"

“Medicine cabinet. Left side." He opened the door and reached for them. The sight of a pink plastic box brought a surge of relief. Though he'd believed her, being sure was better. Holding hands, they walked to the bedroom. She sat on a padded bench in front of the dressing table. He stared at their reflection in the mirror and thought of how good they looked together. He felt his penis stir. Would his desire for her ever end? While he hoped for a lengthy affair, there was no guarantee for more than this night. He would take matters one day at a time. He began to brush, letting the long brown strands flow over his hands. A while later, she looked up. “Dry yet?" “Almost." “I think I phased out. Would you like dessert now?' He bent and brushed his lips over her nape. “I would, but let's leave the strawberries for breakfast." “Good idea. I make a mean crepe." “Looking forward to them.” He placed the brush and comb on the dressing table and caressed her shoulders. He slid his hands to stroke her breasts. In the mirror, he saw a dreamy look fill her eyes. Oh yeah, she was super responsive. Magda put her hands over his to still the teasing touches. He planned to spend the night. Those words had brought a ripple of delight. His touch, his scent raised a need to explore his body to the fullest. She wanted his company for more than a few nights. How long? The answer that popped into her thoughts shocked her. She and Damon weren't in this for the long haul. To hope for more than a short time was courting emotional disaster. She had to take this affair one day at a time. She lifted a bottle of lotion. “Could I interest you in a massage?" “Love one. As long as you don't make me smell like a flower." “Strictly unscented." He raised her hand and ran lips and tongue over her palm. “Lead on. I'm yours. Maybe I can return the favor." “Maybe." When Damon lay prone on the featherbed, Magda admired the contours of his back. His glutes were firm and rounded. She licked her lips. What a great rear. His muscular body was tanned except for a narrow band across his hips and butt. She imagined him in a brief swim suit and felt a throbbing low in her abdomen. There was nothing about this man that wasn't prime. And he was hers at least until tomorrow. She straddled his thighs and felt his skin brush her bottom. She poured lotion and warmed it in her hands. Leaning forward, she brushed his back with her erect nipples. While she massaged his shoulders, sounds of content arose from him. Her hands glided over his flesh. She kneaded the skin above his shoulder blades. “Feels wonderful." She rubbed her labia against his buttocks. “So does this." He chuckled. “Ready for another course of dessert?" “In time.” As her hands moved along his spine, the clock chimed twelve times. “The witching hour,” he said.

“Promise you won't disappear." “No chance of that.” She massaged the flesh along his spine. Once she reached his rear, her need for him grew intense. She paused to gain control. All in good time. She had more territory to mark. She kneaded his glutes, then slid one hand between his thighs to stroke. “Magda,” he said. “You're playing with fire." She laughed. “Just with you.” She continued the firm strokes down his thighs and calves until she reached his feet. “Turn over and I'll do your front." “Gladly." She knelt at his feet, poured lotion and began to rub his legs. Her gaze focused on his erection. Long, thick and a perfect fit. When her hands glided along his thighs, then gently handled his scrotum, Damon clutched the featherbed. “Soon,” he growled. “Patience.” She avoided touching his shaft and stroked the ridged muscles of his abdomen. She straddled him to work on his chest. His penis rose between her legs and she rubbed against it as she moved. The temptation to take him inside burned. She raised on hands and knees and bent to kiss his mouth, to explore its depths. His hips thrust. He groped in the drawer and pulled out a condom. “Magda, please." “Allow me.” She plucked the packet from his fingers and ripped it open. Before she slipped the sheath over his erection, she licked the head. His groan made her linger and caress with her lips. Finally, she completed the task and took him in her mouth. “Turn so I can pleasure you,” Damon said. She raised her head. “Not yet. Wouldn't want to get too excited and nip." “Definitely not.” He shoved a pillow beneath his head. “Guess I'll lay back and watch." Magda ran her tongue along the underside. Slowly, she sucked his shaft into her mouth. She laved and pumped. He bucked and twisted. “Oh yeah.” He grasped the featherbed, stiffened and exploded. She slid along his body. He stroked her hair, kissed her mouth, her chin, her throat. He lifted her. “Your turn, lady.” He rolled on top of her. His weight pressed her into the mattress. Though she was trapped beneath him, she felt no threat. She felt desired. She felt cherished. She gasped. Not love. Never love. It was lust that drove them. She couldn't build a dream on

smoke. He lifted off her, caught her hands with one of his and drew them above her head. He slid his other over her breasts and abdomen. When he released her hands to delve into her cleft, Magda grasped the spindles of the headboard. He knelt between her legs to ravage her with his mouth, tongue and teeth. He kissed her belly, nipped and sucked her breasts. As spirals of sensation coiled in her abdomen, she moved in a restless dance. He rubbed his erect penis over her chest, pressed it between her breasts. She reached for him. He moved away. “Patience. You taste better than dessert." “Please, oh, please.” Her words flowed on a sigh. She wanted to feel the fullness of him inside her. She wanted to move with him to completion. He ran his tongue along her pubic bone. “I've just begun so hold on for a wild ride." Magda gripped the featherbed. He made her feel so good, so much. If this was the start, then before he reached the end she'd surely explode. He stroked her vulva, slipped his fingers in her vagina. Never had she found a lover who knew where and how to touch without verbal directions. He dipped his head and flicked her clitoris with his tongue. He explored her sensitive flesh. He looked up. “Need a condom." She fumbled in the drawer and found one. Her fingers shook with tension as she handed him the packet. After sheathing his shaft, he resumed his explorations. He raised her legs to his shoulders and used his fingers and tongue to send her soaring. “Now, now.” The word built into a wail and erupted in his name. Her body felt like softened wax. He lowered her legs and thrust into her. She felt tension build a second time. She rode over the crest with him. She stroked his back. “I can't move. I've--” Her mouth snapped shut. She'd nearly said words she would regret. A fling. A mutual attraction soon to end. “Then don't move.” He pulled the sheet from the bottom on the bed to cover them. She snuggled against him. “Would you be my weekend lover?" “That's a given.” He wrapped his arms around her. “Care to think about adding week days?” One of his legs rested over hers. “We'll see.” As she drifted to sleep, she considered his proposition. Could she keep this pace seven days a week? Clearly impossible. Passion had blazed so hot surely the fire would die as fast. She sighed. She wasn't a woman for a permanent attachment.

Tears stung her eyes. One head-over-heels episode was enough for a lifetime. She no longer believed love could happen in an instant. The idea was too dangerous to contemplate. **** Bright sunlight woke Magda. A weight across her legs held her pinned. She turned to stare at Damon, then kissed his cheek. Carefully, she wiggled to the edge of the bed. In sleep, he'd lost his rakish air. He looked--innocent. She covered her mouth to muffle a giggle and bolted to the bathroom. He was anything but innocent. He definitely knew his way around a woman's body. Last night, he'd been the lover she'd dreamed of finding. Would he vanish from her life as quickly as he'd entered? How soon would he seek someone else? Next week? Next month? Surely when she returned from vacation, he would be exploring new liaisons. He didn't seem to be the kind of man who had dry spells in his love life. For an instant, she allowed herself to believe he would be waiting for her. She sighed. No matter how she wanted to dream, she had this weekend and two more to enjoy Damon's company. Experience had taught her how ephemeral relationships were. She'd fallen hard for her ex, thought he was her answer to loneliness, to her lack of family. She'd allowed him to guide what happened between them. He'd welcomed the financial support that had seen him through his last year of med school and the residency. She'd believed his promises for the future. A house. Children. She'd given him her all and he'd walked away to marry the daughter of an eminent surgeon. The woman who had the child Magda had desired. She returned to the bedroom. Damon had rolled to his back. She stared at the sheet rising above his morning erection. She reached beneath the covers and stroked his shaft. His moan brought a thrill of anticipation. Though she should have taken a condom from the drawer, she pulled the sheet off and mounted. As he filed her, she sighed. Lord, he was perfect. He opened his eyes and grasped her hips to firmly seat her. He fondled her breasts and thumbed the nipples. “Greatest wake-up call ever. Would you be my alarm clock every morning?" She wished that was a possibility, but she knew this would never be a daily event. She lifted off and bent forward to reach for the bedside stand

drawer. He shifted beneath her and pulled her back. “Stay." “We need--" “To move." “But--" “Just move.” He slipped a finger to stroke her clitoris. She moved. So did he. The sheet slid to the floor. His chest rose and fell in time with her rapid breaths. A wave of sensation swept through her. Would she ever tire of him? The thought was drown by a storm of passion. Their climaxes came in unison. She collapsed on his chest. When her breathing slowed, she kissed the corner of his mouth. “How about breakfast?" The clock chimed ten times. He stroked her cheek. “More like brunch. I believe I have an appetite for food. Didn't you mention crepes?" “I did.” She slipped on a robe that skimmed her knees. “I don't have a robe for you." He strode to the bathroom. “A towel will do for now." “We could have breakfast in bed." He laughed. “Not a good idea. Put the pair of us in a bed and we start tasting each other. You do the crepes. I'll take care of the strawberries. Hope you have confectioner's sugar." “I do. Sausage or bacon?" “Bacon crisp." “Is there another way?" He laughed. “Two of a kind. Get moving before I ravish you." She paused in the doorway. “That a promise?" Chapter 4 Magda poured the rest of the batter into the crepe pan. “Are you sure you can eat eight?" “You'd better believe I can. Think of all the calories we've expended.” He lifted the strips of bacon from the microwave and placed them on two plates. “Crisp. Amazing the way we both like it this way." She wasn't surprised considering how many tastes they had in common. She rolled the last thin pancake around the strawberry filling he'd made and dusted it with powdered sugar. After dividing the stack from the warmer, she eyed the unopened bottle of champagne on the counter. “We could have mimosas." “We could but I'd rather save the champagne for dinner.” He carried two glasses of orange juice to the table. “Let's eat.” He popped a bite into his mouth. “You're right. They're as good as any I had in France." “You've been to France?" “And Germany, England, Sweden and almost every other country in Europe."

“Was your father in the military or the diplomatic corps?" He shook his head. “Dad's an investment banker. Mom's the one with the wanderlust. Spent summers and every second holiday with her and her husbands." She choked on a piece of bacon. When she caught her breath, she looked at a concerned Damon. “I'm okay. Did you say husbands?" “My parents favor marriage, but not to each other. They provided me with a host of step-mamas and papas." Magda lowered her gaze. Was this one of the secrets he'd been hiding? Why? If his life had been so full of inconsistencies, she could understand his desire to remain free of commitments. The number of foster homes she'd lived in gave her the same lack of connection. “Must have been hard when you were young." “More like exciting. You can't imagine the places I've been and the things I've seen and done. My parents never used me as a bone to argue over. They saw I had everything I needed. They enjoy variety without adultery. What about your family?" She stared at her plate. “They died when I was five. No relatives so I ended in foster care. Six homes. Some good, some bad. The last was the best, but Mom and Pop Martin have retired to Florida." “Do you see them?" “Once a year. Either they come north or I go south. We talk frequently.” Magda began eating. Though the Martins had been good foster parents, they'd come too late in her life to give her the base she needed. He reached for her hand. “So what sort of things interest you?" She brushed her fingers over his arm. “Right now you." He chuckled. “And other times?" “Cooking. Swimming. Reading." “Saw the books on your shelves. Mysteries. Medical suspense. Read some of them. Like your choices. They're mine, too." Their conversation moved from books to music to movies. They both liked action flicks. “I rented one to watch last night,” she said. “Guess I ruined your plans.” He touched the tip of her nose with his finger. “I'm not sorry." “Neither am I. Kind of enjoyed the action I found." He arched a brow. “Only kind of." “Fishing for compliments?" “No need. I know." His chuckle sent waves of heat along her skin. When he parted her robe to stroke her breasts, she noticed his erection pressing against the towel he still wore. He lifted a strip of bacon and held it out to her. She took the end in her mouth and he bit the other. As they nibbled, their lips touched.

“I don't believe what you do to me,” he said. “I want you again." “It's mutual.” Magda leaned back. Their shared interests added to the closeness developing between them. They'd discussed everything but medicine. What a relief. Too often when the men in her life learned she was a nurse, they became symptoms looking for a disease. Damon's tousled hair gave him a rakish look. His blue eyes held depths of passion. Desire pulsed her body. She stroked his well-defined pectorals. His thick chest hair brushed her palms and brought throbbing in her abdomen. Lord, she was too involved and much too fast. The man created a dichotomy in her thoughts between fantasy and reality. “What would you like to do today?” she asked. “Need you ask?” he pressed her hand to his erection. “Why not continue what we've begun?" His grin and the mischief in his eyes made her laugh. “We'll surely do that, but wouldn't you like a change of scenery?" “Right now." She slid her hand beneath the towel. “We'll take care of this first. I meant afterwards." He glanced toward the living room. “You've got great taste in furniture. I've nothing except a bedroom set and a sound system. Want to help me decorate my place?" She rested an elbow on the table. Dare she take a chance of being seen by a friend or acquaintance? She wrinkled her forehead. Her favorite furniture showroom was across the river. Ben and Linda were the only ones she knew who shopped there. She didn't think they were looking for furniture. “I know a wonderful place, but the furniture's pricey." “No problem. I'm very solvent.” He rose and pulled her to her feet. He feathered kisses on her face. “Shower and sex?" “Why not? Your clothes." “After the shower, I'll pop across and change. You can look around my place and get ideas.” He frowned. “Is something wrong?" “Just a stray thought.” He carried his dishes to the kitchen. When she added hers to the dishwasher, he pulled her against his chest. “I'm ready." She laughed. “I can tell." “Let's move. I'm ravenous for your body." So was she for his. The strength of her hunger for him was scary. In the bathroom, she adjusted the water. As she tossed her robe aside, she felt Damon's heated gaze. He whipped the towel from his waist. His penis was primed. She smiled and stepped into the shower ahead of him. The narrow space brought tantalizing touches of flesh against flesh. She soaped her hands. “Turn so I can wash your back." The feel of her hands on his skin sent jolts of desire to his engorged shaft. He sucked in a breath. How much more could he take before he grabbed? She seemed to enjoy slow seduction and he wanted hot and fast. Warm water

washed over him. Would cold help? He doubted anything would douse his need. He turned to rinse. She soaped his chest, his abdomen and his penis. He caught her hand. “Enough or this will end too soon. My turn." He glided his hands over the curve of her back and slipped one between her thighs. She rode his hand, then turned to face him. He pressed her against the tiled wall. “Now?” he asked. “Now,” she whispered. He lifted her and slid into her depths. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. They moved. They kissed. They climaxed in a single rush. “Oh yeah,” he cried. “Damon.” His name flowed on a cry. She slid her legs to the floor and leaned against him. Warm spray rained on them. She stroked his face. “Will the wonder ever end?" He gazed into her eyes. “Each time is better and better.” Every time he made love to her brought some new discovery and delight. Once outside the shower, they dried on huge towels. He followed her to the bedroom. From a drawer she removed a bright red thong. His mouth when dry when she pulled it on. She took a denim skirt from the closet. Damon swallowed. Wherever they went and whatever they did today, he would think about what she wore under that short skirt. She pulled a knit short over her head. “No bra? Are you trying to drive me crazy?" She arched a brow. “The bra's built into the shirt." “Clever.” He tugged her close and ran his hands over her chest. “Very nice. Let's go." “Are you planning to shop in the nude?" “I'll get my clothes.” He couldn't remember when he'd been this rattled or greedy. He strode to the living room and reached for his trousers. Man, she was gorgeous. When he'd first met Magda, he hadn't considered her beautiful. Intriguing, sexy had come to mind. When had his opinion changed? Deeply lost in thoughts of her, he pulled on his trousers and reached for the zipper. He encountered an erection. Again? He shook his head. Even thinking about her made him hard. He slipped on his shirt ad left it unbuttoned. When he jammed his hands in the pants’ pockets, he encountered the supply of condoms he'd brought. He sucked in a breath. Three times they'd taken a chance. Sure she was on birth control, but no method was fail-safe. Had to be more careful. Double protection was always best. “I'm set." He turned. Magda's hair hung in a long braid. She had a purse slung over

her shoulder. He grabbed her hand. “I won't be long." “Long enough for me to get some ideas of what you need." “You." “Later. We're going shopping and I'll have so much fun spending your money." He opened the door. “After you.” He only had one worry. Had he opened the box filled with his diplomas? He wasn't ready to have his profession revealed. Magda frowned. Was there a reason he hesitated about showing her his unit? She wouldn't pry. She only wanted to refresh her memory of the color scheme and get some sense of what he might like. Damon opened the door and ushered her inside. She saw the sound system and the CD collection. Same tastes, indeed. In one corner of the room, a nest of pillows had been arranged. She glanced at Damon and saw the same idea in his eyes. “Later,” she said. “Oh yeah." She peered into the dining area and saw stacks of boxes. Several were open. “What's in the boxes?" “Mostly books. A few paintings and other clutter.” He paused in the bedroom doorway. “Do you need a ruler?" “Your apartment's a mirror of mine. I'm sure the dimensions are the same." “Wish they were laid out the same. Could cut a hole into your bedroom from mine." She shook her head. “And when would we sleep?” Another thought rose. When their affair ended would she be tempted to listen for sounds of his involvement with another woman? He crooked a finger. “In here. Make yourself comfortable. Any ideas?" “Lots.” She almost offered to help him unpack, but he'd need a place for the books. “A wall unit with lots of shelves." “Big enough for the sound system and television. Maybe with glass doors." She ran her hand along the wall across from the dining area. “Here would be good. Then you can use a couch to separate the living room from the dining area." “Like the idea.” Damon disappeared into the bedroom. She stood in the doorway and studied the massive bed and smiled. He liked sturdy and masculine. Damon pulled clothes from the closet, stripped and entered the bathroom. “Be about five minutes." Magda leaned against the doorframe and watched him shave. She'd shaved patients, but she'd never watched. The way his body moved because a sensual dance. His muscles expanded and contracted with rippling grace. He finished and turned. Lord, he was erect again. He grinned. “Looks like I'll be primed until we find an occasion for firing." She glanced at the bed. “A quickie." “Wouldn't happen.” He pulled on a pair of designer jeans and buttoned the fly over his shaft. “We tend to go slow and easy.

This should give you something to think about while I'm drooling over the thong." She licked her lips. “Already thinking." After pulling on a knit shirt, he tucked several condoms in his pocket. “I'm set." “Optimist." “Just prepared.” He reached for her hand. “Your car or mine?” she asked. “Mine." “I have a convertible." He cocked his head. “Will you let me drive?" “No one drives my car." “And I make a dreadful passenger. There's your answer." “I could give you directions and meet you there." “Not an option.” He caught her in his arms. “You and that red thong are attached to me today." They walked to his garage. She belted herself into the passenger seat of his luxury sedan. She'd expected him to drive a low slung sports car or a rugged SUV. She stroked the buttery leather seat. “This is pure sin." Damon started the car. He glanced at her and nearly backed out before the door opened. Her skirt had ridden almost to the top of her thighs. She tugged it down. He growled. “Sorry. Just indulging in the feel of the leather against my skin." He winked. “Let's close the door and make out in the back seat." “Later. Onward for furniture." He backed into the street. A short time later, they were on the bridge. She gave him directions. Before long, Damon parked in the lot behind the showroom. “What do we look for first?” he asked. “The wall unit. Then I'll know what style you favor." Damon liked the first unit he saw. Magda nodded. Sturdy, functional, masculine. Next they agreed on a cherry dining room set. “What now?” he asked. “Living room. This way." “Leather,” Damon said. He pointed to a white sofa. “Impractical.” She ran her hand over the back. “Rather stiff, too." He nodded. “You thinking about making love on soft leather?" “Why not?” She appraised another selection and stroked the deep brown couch. “This is the one.” She sat and ran her hands along the cushion. Damon sat beside her. “You sure?" “Feel the texture." He stroked her thigh. “Smooth. Soft. Let's go home.” He gestured to the clerk. “Want this set. Where do I pay and when can it be delivered?" “Over here,” the

clerk said. “Once I write your order, we can discuss a delivery date." Magda rose. “Balcony furniture?" “Another time." “I'll look around in case I see something else." “Good idea.” He strode after the clerk. Maybe he could pay before she saw his name on his driver's license, credit card and check. “Your wife's a lovely woman,” the clerk said. Damon swallowed. Did he and Magda act like they were married? “She's not." “Your fiancee?" “Not that either. Just a friend." The balding man arched a brow. “First time I've missed on a call. You look like newlyweds." Damon rolled his eyes. Whatever that meant. He handed the man his identification and pulled out his check book. “Let's take care of this now." A short time later, Damon pocketed the receipt. Magda strode toward the counter. She held a lamp. “Isn't this wonderful?" He stared. Carousal horses surrounded the base of the lamp. “Where would I put that?" She laughed. “It's not for you. A friend is having a baby. I'm giving her a shower next week. The horses move and it plays music." Damon shuddered. “Give her my sympathy." “Don't you like children?" “Avoid them when possible." “Wouldn't you like a son or daughter someday?" He shook his head. “Children aren't for me. Kids need two parents. I've no intention of getting married or being a father." “Your choice.” She paid for the lamp, took the box and headed for the door. Damon caught up with her. “Are you upset about something?" “Why would I be?" “No reason.” He opened the car door, “Home and the back seat." “In a bit. Since we're over here, there's another stop I want to make. Want to pick up the makings for shrimp scampi." He groaned. “How did you know?" “Figured since it was one of my favorites you might enjoy.” She bent and put the lamp in the back seat. Damon growled. “Do you have to tempt me? Bend just a little more so I can see." She laughed. “Just keeping you on track.” She slid into the passenger's seat and gave him directions to their next stop. While she made her purchases at several of the specialty shops in the indoor gourmet market, Damon set off to explore. As she paid for her last selection, he

joined her. She shook her head. “Good grief. Buy out the place." He held two giant shopping bags. “Great place. My fridge and cupboards were bare." “Won't be now." “I know.” After they reached the car and stowed their packages, Damon pulled her into an embrace. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly. “Can we go home now?" “Good idea." Twenty-five minutes later, he pulled into the garage and closed the door. He reached across the console and stroked her thigh. “I'm so hot." She laughed. “Aren't you always?" “When I'm with you.” He walked around the car and opened her door. When she rose, he pulled her into his arms and nibbled on her lips. Magda moved closer. She craved this man. She ran her tongue across his mouth. He slid his hands beneath her skirt and stroked her thighs and hip. She fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and opened the first two. Damon groaned. “Back seat." “Is full." He frowned. “We should put the food away." “Yes, we should." “Raincheck for the back seat." “You're on." “Not yet.” He handed her the lamp and her bag, then took his. “Leave your door open. Won't take me long to shove things away. Ten minutes tops." Awash in the sensations he'd raised, she nodded. She dashed up the stairs. He ran after her. When Magda entered her apartment, the answering machine flashed. While storing her groceries, she listened to the messages. Two hang-ups and one from Linda. She dialed her friend's number and left a message. “Talk to you Monday. Tied up the rest of the weekend." Just as she hung up, the front door closed with a bang. She turned. Damon strode toward her. She sauntered in his direction. He pulled her close, took her lips in a searing kiss and slid his hands beneath her skirt. “Been thinking about that red thong for hours." She broke the kiss and finished what she'd started in the garage. “I've been wanting this.” She stroked his penis. He laughed. “Oh yeah, we're a perfect match." Magda's hand stilled. They were and that frightened her. What did she know about him? He liked sex. He didn't like children. He had plenty of money. He was attuned to her needs. He seized her mouth. What burns hot cools fast. She'd ride out this heady storm. Hopefully when it ended, she'd have no regrets. * * * * Damon slanted his mouth over Magda's. Perfect match. He'd said those words, but they couldn't be true. If they were, he was sliding into a whirlpool with no escape. What did he know about the woman in his

arms? She liked sex. She shared many of his tastes. She was a fabulous cook. She evidently had money. What would he do when the affair ended? Affairs always did. He couldn't think of that now, not when the scent, the touch, the taste of her drove him wild. He released her mouth. “I need you now." “Yes." He half-dragged her to the couch. He pushed his jeans down. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. He pushed the thong away and thrust. Their mouths clung, tongues probed and tasted. He rode her with wild abandon. Magda. Magda. Her name became a mantra. She grasped his shoulders. Her nails bit into his skin. The tumultuous encounter ended in an explosion that left him breathless. She was his. For how long? Did it matter? What they had was perfect. She sighed. He stroked her hair. “You're wonderful, my witch." “Warlock, you're not so bad either." * * * * Magda stood at the stove and stirred the scampi. Damon lay on the couch where they'd fallen asleep after their wild encounter. She glanced at him and felt a surge of tenderness. She bit her lower lip. Not a good idea. “Magda?" “In the kitchen." “How long did I sleep?" “Several hours. It's after six and I've started dinner." “Garlic. Scampi. Smells wonderful.” He rose from the couch and buttoned his jeans. “I'm muzzy and you're incredible.” He lifted her braid and kissed her nape. “Feel bad about deserting you." “I crashed, too." He massaged her shoulders. “What can I do to help?" The water for the pasta boiled. “Need the strainer. Long cabinet. Third shelf.” She dropped the pasta in the water, they added garlic and chopped basil to a skillet of heated olive oil. “Here.” He put the colander on the counter. “What's this?" Magda glanced around. “A joke. Christmas present from a friend. Body painting set. Edible chocolate." He laughed. “Dessert?" “I bought cannolis." “What about for later?" “Why not?” She checked the pasta. “Salad in the fridge. Garlic bread in the oven.” She drained the pasta, then added the olive oil mixture to it. Damon fetched the things she'd named. He took the pasta bowl from her hand. She carried the scampi to the table in the dining room. A bit later, Magda sipped champagne and watched Damon finish a second helping of scampi. “Will you have room for dessert?" “No problem. Takes a lot of calories to keep up with my lady's demands." His lady? She sucked in a breath. She was, but for how long? Don't go there. Enjoy the moment. Ignore the future. She sighed. Was how it had to be. She rose and went to the kitchen for the cannolis. Damon lifted one. “They're huge."

Magda nodded. “Reminded me of you.” She brought hers to her lips and licked cream from the end. He groaned. “You're doing it to me again.” He licked the end of his. “I know. What should we do this evening?" “What do you think? First, let's watch that movie you rented. Want to let our appetites build." “And the food to digest." “Sounds like a plan.” He finished the cannoli and took her hand. “You cooked. I'll clean up." She rose and licked a bit of cream from the corner of his mouth. As she pressed against him, she felt the bulge of his arousal. “Sure you can wait?" He nuzzled her neck. “Always this way when you're near. Let the anticipation grow." “Got you." “You sure do." Chapter 5 As the credits rolled, Damon drew Magda closer. His tongue played over her lips. The embers of desire, banked by escape into the action on the screen, blazed. She turned toward him and let the fire build. She stroked his nape and met his tongue with hers. “Second dessert,” he whispered against her mouth. “Guess so.” She rose and tugged on his hands. “Get the paints. I'll meet you in the bedroom." He shook his head. “What's wrong with here?" “Too messy." “The rug?" She made a face. “Rug burns aren't my idea of fun." “You get the paints. I'll be right back." Magda went to the kitchen. When she turned, she saw Damon lugging the featherbed. “Why?" He spread the white cover on the floor. “No rug burns. We'll make love in the clouds.” He grinned. “Got you." She laughed and pulled her shirt over her head. “Who goes first?" “I'll paint you. Then you can do me. No tasting until the canvases are complete. Then we'll take turns." She stripped off her skirt. Damon stared. “I do like the thong.” He dropped the cane on the featherbed.

“I have others." “Hope you'll model for me.” He unfastened his jeans and shoved them down. She ran a fingernail down his chest. “As long as you're wearing what you are now. I like watching you react." He pulled her into an embrace. “Paint time.” His hands roved over her body. She slipped from his arms, discarded her thong and lay on the featherbed. “Okay, Rembrandt, your canvas awaits." “Think kindergarten artist and you'll be right.” He opened the plastic cane. “Five flavors.” He read them aloud. “Choose one." “Raspberry.” She licked her lips. Damon sucked in a deep breath. “Mocha's mine.” Before opening the jar, he reached for a condom. Ever since last night when he'd met her in the hall, he'd been ready for action. Paint fast. He knelt beside her and dipped the brush in the chocolate. He began with her breasts and turned them into flowers. He daubed a generous amount on her nipples. He turned the stems into a knot around her belly button, then painted a heart that ended at her pubic notch. Carefully, he lettered a D and an M inside the heart. Just joking, he thought and wished there could be a trace of truth in the letters. Not as in Damon loves Magda, just needs. He sat back on his heels. He considered calling off his stint as a canvas. He needed her now. Magda rose. “My turn." “We could stop now." “Not a chance." He took her place. Her scent swirled around him. The aroma of their lovemaking clung to the featherbed. She gazed intently. “Hey, don't take forever. If I have to wait much longer, who knows what damage I'll experience. You know, it's not good to be in this state too long." She laughed. “Don't be silly. Good thing you sheathed the sword." “I believe in being prepared.” He thought of the times they'd forgotten and was glad she used birth control. “Start painting, now." “Here goes.” She painted matching flowers around his nipples, and placed a leaf over the area of his neck that drove him wild. She moved to paint his shaft. “A volcano.” She began with a large crater at the tip and added irregular thick lines to his abdomen. He moved.

“Stop wiggling,” she said. “Tickles." “Did you see me jumping about?” She ran the brush over his abdomen. He half-sat. “If I make a mess, I'll have to lick you clean and start again." “No way.” The brush covered his mouth. “Hey, tastes good." “I'm done. Who goes first?" He raised on one elbow. “Sure wish I had a camera." She shook her head. “No way. You'd also need a dark room. No legit place would print these.” She touched her tongue to his mouth. “You're right. It is good.” She continued her assault on the smear of chocolate on his lips. When she finished and was about to attack his chest, Damon pushed her down and licked her breasts. She ran a finger along his erection and sucked the results. “Not fair.” Damon held her down and licked her belly button. She laughed. His deeper laughter joined hers. They held each other and their mouths met. When they drew apart, Magda shook her head. “What a mess. I can't keep this up. Stuff is too sweet." He pulled her to her feet. “Let's get rid of the evidence." Moments later, they stood in the shower and washed the chocolate away. Magda leaned against him. “What do we do for an encore?" He turned the water off. “Need you ask?" She tossed him a towel. “Go to bed." “Find condom. Make love." “No more chocolate." “Agreed.” He pulled her to the living room. “Just love on a cloud.” He pulled a condom from his jeans pocket. “Not that cloud. Guess we'd better go to bed." “The couch. Bed's too far.” Moments later, her raised himself over her. “No props ever again. Works for me." She reached for him. “Don't wait." He thrust inside. “Feels so good.” His mouth met hers. Magda felt the pressure build. Felt beyond good. Would there ever be another man who made her feel so right? She pushed this troubling question asked and reached for the magic. * * * * A thud against the door woke them. Magda rolled over and nearly fell. Damon grabbed her. “Are we being invaded?" She laughed. “Just the Times being delivered. I enjoy the Sunday crossword puzzle." “Would you believe that's another thing we share?" She put her arms around his neck. “Doesn't surprise me.” She lightly kissed him. “You taste good." “So do you.” he sat up and drew her with him. “Shower or Jacuzzi." “Either. You pick." “Then Jacuzzi, breakfast and puzzle."

“Sounds like a plan.” She rose and started across the room. Damon groaned. “Your featherbed.” he pointed at the once pristine surface. Smears of chocolate stained the surface. “I'll buy you a new one." “No need. Cover comes off. I'll apply stain remover and put it in the washer." He kissed her fingers. “Practical, sexy, gourmet cook. My kind of woman." What more could he want? The direction of her thoughts shook Magda. You're headed for deep trouble. If she wasn't already mired. * * * * The clock chimed two AM. Magda rested her forehead on Damon's shoulder. He reached for the door. This is the end of a great weekend, she thought. He tilted her chin. “Ask me to stay." “Can't. Work tomorrow." “I know." “If you stay we won't sleep. Don't know about you, but I hate to face the job when I'm tired." “Know what you mean.” He rubbed his lips over hers. “Need to be alert on a first day. Just don't want to go." She slid her arms around his neck. Today had been different. There hadn't been the frantic energy to their lovemaking. There'd been more caresses and cuddling. Until he'd asked to stay, she'd been sure his need for her had been burned out. She felt him stir against her. Not gone, but changed. She wasn't sure what the difference meant. He chuckled. “I see what you mean by sleep.” He groaned. “I want you again. How about dinner at my place. I'm a fair cook." Their gazes locked. heat flowed along her skin. What was happening to her? She didn't like the dangerous thoughts buzzing in her mind. Damon was her weekend lover. There would be no forever with this man. He rested his forehead against hers. “Tomorrow. Six.” He opened the door. “Okay?" “I'll come." “Promise." “Yes." He gripped her shoulders. Their mouths touched and fused into a kiss of such seductive power she wanted to drag him to the bedroom. He released her and stepped into the hall. Until the door of his unit closed, she remained in the doorway. Just how deep had she buried herself? One weekend wasn't a lifetime. She strode to the bedroom. Maybe when she saw him tomorrow, she would learn if the fire had died. What if it hadn't? She crawled into bed. His scent wafted from the pillows and sheets. A fantasy carried her into dreams. * * * * Damon pressed his hands against the door. What was happening to him? He'd almost begged to stay. Never done that before. Never wanted to. He strode to the bedroom. Tomorrow when she came to dinner, he would tell her he couldn't be her weekend lover. That was the wisest step he could take. * * * * Damon reached the hospital a few minutes before he and Ben

had planned to meet. Was Magda at work? Where? He groaned. He itched to touch her, to kiss her. He hadn't been this obsessed by a woman since he'd first become aware of what fun the differences between men and women could be. The passion between them had erupted like a volcano. How long could such an intense connection last? He left the car. “Damon, hold up." He waited for Ben. “You been waiting long?" “Just got here.” Ben grinned. “You don't look worse for wear." Damon laughed. “I'm more than all right." Ben's eyes twinkled. “Must have been a remarkable weekend. Left a bunch of voice mails you never answered." “Told you I'd be otherwise engaged. Didn't surface ‘til well after midnight." “She must be special." “She is." “What's she like? Where did the two of you meet? What did you do?" “Voyeur. I'm not a kiss and tell guy." “Actually, Lin and I were worried. What do you know about this woman? Maybe she's planning to con you." “Save your mothering for your coming infant. I can handle my life, thank you." “We care about you." Damon shook his head. “Lin's only five months older than me. Doesn't give her mothering rights. Don't push." “Where are you living?" “RT Estates. Now you know. Are you happy?” Damon studied his partner. What did the gleam in his eyes mean? “Nice units and exclusive. Is your new friend one of your neighbors?" “Enough questions. Thought we were meeting to make rounds." Ben held up his hands. “I hear you. Guess you won't have to meet Lin's and my friend." “I can find my own friends. Besides, she doesn't do doctors or play where she works." Ben moved away. “Are you glad I twisted your arm to move here?" Damon caught up. “She's a classy lady and for the present pleases me. You know my motto." “No marriage means no divorce. Your parents drove that lesson in with a sledge hammer." Was he backing away from long-term attachments to be different from his parents? More likely following their example without the legal entanglements. Ben pushed open the door. “Welcome to Rivertown Memorial." Damon inhaled a deep breath. “Smells like home." “Let's make rounds.” Ben paused beside the elevators. “What no tour? Can't have the new cardiologist getting

lost and asking directions." Ben laughed. “I'm sure every woman under ninety would be glad to escort you. Want to hit CCU early so you can meet my friend. She usually reaches the unit around eight thirty." “What's the rush? If I stay here for longer than today, the meeting's a given.” Damon glared. Ben's persistence regarding this woman was rapidly becoming an annoyance. “All right. A tour. Here's Rivertown Memorial where some of the counties’ best physicians and surgeons are on staff." “Do you want me to gag?" “It's the truth." Damon laughed. “Lead on." As they strode down the hall, Damon located the location of the technical and emergency services. A short time later while he and Ben waited for the elevator, Ben outlined the layout of the other floors. Damon filed the information for further study. They stepped off the elevator on Two. “CCU, ICU and OB are here,” Ben said. “We have six patients on the unit and a dozen scattered around the hospital. After today, we'll take turns with afternoon rounds. Mornings, we're a team.” He opened the door to Cardiac Care. Damon saw the familiar bank of monitors on the door. A blonde nurse sat before them. When he and Ben reached the desk, she looked up. Interest filled her appraising eyes. “Jody, this is my new partner, Eric Blair." Damon shook his head. “When will you learn? The name's Damon." She held out her hand. “So pleased to meet you." Damon filed her name and lovely face in his possibility file. Just in case he and Magda burned out. “Good to meet you. Which screens belong to our patients?" The nurse pointed to them. While Ben pulled charts from the rack, Damon studied the display. “Looking good." Ben passed the charts. “Junior partner gets to carry." A half dozen times they stopped while Ben introduced doctors and nurses. The reaction of the nurses amused Damon. Long searching stares often lingered below the belt. He felt he was being sized. Several women intrigued him. When the heat from Magda cooled as always happened, he would have options. Once the last order was written, he signaled Ben. “Onward." Ben's elbow caught Damon's ribs. “What happened? Thought I would see you in action. Your weekend woman must have been far beyond ordinary." “Definitely." “Then let's go." “I'm on your heels." Once they'd seen all the patients, Damon paused at the bank of elevators. “Meet you at the office." “We've one more stop,” Ben said. “You need to meet the real boos of the specialty units.” He opened the door to the stairwell. “Her office is

on five." Damon frowned. Why the smirk? He'd soon learn what mischief his partner had planned. **** Magda read the last line of the weekly reports from the units she supervised. She initialed each copy and put them in envelopes for inter-hospital mail. She pulled the monthly tallies of sick calls and starred ICU. She reached for the phone and made an appointment with the nurse manager. Time for a refresher course on proper body mechanics to avoid back injuries. Two projects down and five to go. She loaded the next quarter's budget and brought it up on the computer screen. Now to check the figures and make changes. A familiar knock sounded on the door. She rolled her eyes. What new scheme had Ben concocted to get her together with his new partner. Ben wasn't one to be ignored. Might as well listen, then stomp. “Come in and make it quick." “Mag, you can't be that busy." “I am.” She kept her eyes on the screen. “Brought my new partner to meet you. Eric Damon Blair III, this is Magda Malone, friend, confidant and the best supervisor at Rivertown Memorial." “You!” Two voices spat the word. “Do you know each other?” Ben asked. “Ben.” Magda's voice was taut with tension. He waved. “I'll let the two of you get acquainted. Eric, I'll see you at the office." “It's Damon." As Ben closed the door, his laughter continued. Magda stared at the man standing at the door. Damon, neighbor, weekend lover. When she'd slept with him, she'd broken all her rules. She crossed her arms on her chest. “Good morning, Dr. Blair." “Damon.” He rounded the desk and grasped the arms of her chair. His mouth was almost close enough to kiss. His spicy scent brought memories of the pleasure she'd found in his arms. “Go away." He bent and kissed her. “I do like this hospital more than I thought I would." She fought the lures he cast. She wanted to push her chair back, but with her luck, he would end on top of her. The chair would topple causing a scene. “Damon, no." “Magda, yes.” He pulled her to her feet. “I want you." She glared. “I'm not playing where I work." “I can. I'll lock the door so no one can interrupt."

“No. Not now. Not here. Not ever." He caressed her back. She couldn't deny the need he stirred. She felt dampness form on her panties. “How can you say you're not attracted?" “I can't but it's over." “You're making the decision for both of us. I don't think so." “The decision to see you is mine. I won't." “I know you have your reasons and also that you enjoyed breaking your rules." Magda groaned. How could she explain? “That was before I knew who you were." “I haven't changed. Why should what I am matter?" “It does.” She pulled out of his arms. He grasped her shoulders. “Magda, I want you. You make me burn. If it's so important, we'll keep our affair out of the hospital." “We won't keep it anywhere. I'm not coming to dinner tonight." “So this is goodbye." “Yes." He cupped her head with his hands and ran his tongue over her lips. “Don't be afraid of what we've found together." She jerked her head back. “We had a weekend fling. You were a great lover." “Are.” He seized her mouth in a savage kiss, grasped her buttocks and held her against his erection. “It's not over.” He released her and strode to the door. “Dinner at six. My place." The door closed behind him. Magda sank on the chair. She wanted him so badly her body ached. What was she going to do? She wished she could leave for vacation today. The very thing she'd schooled herself against had happened. Damon was a doctor on staff. The temptation to play where she worked was strong. * * * * Damon stood outside Magda's office door. He wasn't ready to let her go. What blazed between them wasn't finished. This morning wasn't the time, nor was it the place to show her the affair was alive. He noticed several women in the outer office staring at him. Had the quarrel with Magda been overheard by these women? One of them rose. “Are you Dr. Blair?" “I am." “Welcome to Rivertown Memorial." He breathed a sigh of relief. Curiosity not knowledge. He caught the elevator and went to his car. What next in his quest for Magda's body in his bed? She knew he was a doctor and she wasn't angling for marriage. That was a switch. What would she say if he asked her? Marriage. No way.

Was the answer his or hers? When he reached the office, he looked for Ben. Had Lin, Ben and Magda set him up? He couldn't believe Magda was involved, but the other two? A definite possibility. He rapped on his partner's door. “Come in." Damon closed the door behind him. “Care to explain what went on at the hospital?" Ben looked up. “You tell me. I see you have all your parts. How angry was she?" “You'll have to ask her, if she ever speaks to you again. Was this some kind of joke, starting with the dinner invite?" Ben held up his hands. “I'm innocent. Well, sort of. When you mentioned where you were living, I wondered if Mag was the woman you'd met. Boy, the looks on your faces was priceless." “Wasn't funny." “Guess not. So Mag is your lady." “According to her, the word is was. Just what is her problem?" “She's been there, done that and got burned. Her lousy ex did a number on her. He finished residency, dumped her for a more prestigious wife. A real piece of garbage. Left Mag thinking no man would want her for the long haul. Added to other things in her past makes her lest than trusting." Damon slumped on a chair. “I'm not one for the long haul either.” Maybe he should back off, but his desire for Magda was still strong. Ben rose. “Don't hurt her. Lin and I helped put her together after the jerk left." “What does that have to do with me?" Ben shook his head. “Just let her go." Damon held up his hands. “Wait a minute. You're telling me that when you and Lin tried to set us up." Ben shook his head. “We weren't planning on you two being a couple. Figured she would show you the hot spots where you would find other company. Never figured the two of you would connect." Damon followed Ben to the door. “But we did.” No matter what Ben and Lin had assumed, he and Magda had connected. Damon knew he wasn't ready to let her go. Could he persuade his cousin and her husband to help? Hardly likely. If he'd had marriage on his mind, yes, but his reasons for wanting Magda had nothing to do with marriage. Chapter 6 Magda locked her office door. What should she do? She wasn't about to go home.

She wasn't ready to face Damon and she wasn't sure she could resist him. Why did he have to be the answer to both her prayers and her nightmares? Once before she'd thought she'd found forever. Hadn't lasted more than five years. She was no longer the naive young woman, but one swept-off-her-feet relationship was enough. She waited for the elevator. Sure couldn't go cry on Lin's or Ben's shoulder. Relatives always came before friends. She'd learned that lesson in one of her foster homes. The foster parents hadn't believed their niece had stolen money. Magda had been blamed for the theft and her denials hadn't been believed. With a sigh, she envisioned the scene when she told her friends she wanted nothing to do with Damon. They would regale her with stories proving he was a good guy. Maybe he was, but not for her. They would ignore her fears and take his side. She exited the hospital. Surely they were better friends than that, but she was afraid to take a chance. Several nurses waved. “You going to Jolly's?” one asked. Jolly's was one of Magda's favorite singles’ spots. She didn't think she could face the mostly available men she'd already dismissed as boring. “Maybe,” she called. Not, she thought. She slid into her car and uncoiled her hair. As she pulled from the lot, she chose her destination. When all else failed, go shopping. She could use a new bathing suit and a slinky dress. Anything to avoid a meeting with her neighbor who had become a problem. Vacation, sun, surf, moonlit nights. Two more weekends to struggle through. She could manage. She envisioned the men at the resort. Tall, tanned, muscular. Heated glances. Too bad she couldn't leave today. As she headed to the mall, she waited for the usual sense of freedom to arise. Classic rock. Wind in her hair. Five minutes later, she realized she was on her way to RT Estates. She made a U-turn. The mall. New clothes. Nothing you want at home. Liar. Once she entered the mall, the excitement of the hunt for bargains took over. Every store advertised sales. She strode into her favorite department store. Bathing suits first. She found two. A red bikini that was little more than three triangles. A green one piece with plunging back and front, cut high on the hips. She studied the dresses on the half-off rack and could have bought a dozen. She settled

for three. As she left the store, her route took her through the infants’ department. Linda's shower. Already had the lamp, but the sale prices tempted. Magda found sheets and a mobile with a carousel theme and some sleepers in multi-colors. For an instant, she wished the purchases were for her own child. What about Linda? All these gifts for the coming baby. Magda did an about face and found the lingerie department. She bought a slinky nightgown for her friend to wear after the event. Dinner. She stopped in one of the many mall restaurants and ordered a meal she barely touched. If she hadn't been so stubborn--wise--she'd be eating the dinner Damon had prepared. Her fork clattered to the plate. Faulty thinking. They would be making a meal of each other. She sighed. Wasn't to be. She paid for dinner and lugged her packages to the car. When she reached her condo, she nearly turned the car around. Damon stood inside the foyer door with his arms crossed on his chest. Though the pose simulated relaxation, she noted the bunched muscles and the thrust of his jaw. How she wished for a secret entrance, a way to avoid the encounter. She pulled into the garage and closed the door behind her. You can do this. He has no claim on you. She groaned. Only the lure of kisses that had branded her and touches that made her crave more. His scent, his taste, his deep voice that made music within her. She grabbed her shopping bags and her courage. No way would she let him bother her. Damon unfolded from his position. “Magda." “Evening.” She walked past him. He snatched one of the bags. “Let me help you. Why didn't you tell me you'd be late?" “Why would I do that?" “We had a date for dinner." “One I canceled this morning.” She marched up the steps. “I'll take my things and

bid your good night." “Not so fast.” He caught her arm. Magda turned. Why did the feel of his skin against hers call for surrender? She couldn't give into the sensations that coursed her body. Any time spent with him brought her closer to disaster. “Damon, just go home." He pressed her against the railing. “Tell me you don't want me. Tell me your body doesn't ache for my touch. Convince me." “I can't." “Then why?" “I have my rules. Unknowingly, I broke them. I won't do it deliberately.” She pulled away and ran the rest of the way upstairs. He reached her before she unlocked the door. He dropped the shopping bag and took her in his arms. “Quit tossing obstacles in our path." She turned the key in the lock. “They're already there. Give me my bag. I don't want to talk about anything." “Make me understand." Magda slipped inside. “You won't listen unless I say what you want to hear." He carried the bag inside. “Try. Why are you pushing me away? Ben told me how you feel about doctors. He mentioned your ex was a louse. I won't do what he did. Your rules make no sense." “They do to me.” She used the shopping bag as a shield. “How can you deny how much we want each other?" “I can't.” She slumped on the couch. “I can't, but it's finished." He closed the door. “What's wrong with dating someone you work with? How better to learn anther person's nature." “Right.” She looked up. “I failed personal judgment 101." “You've good reason to be wary." “Glad you agree.” She crossed her arms on her chest. “I've seen too many colleagues’ careers ruined because of their relationships with doctors." “So have I, but one or both were married. We're not." She nodded. “Been down that road and I'm not taking a second trip. Nothing lasts forever." “What's wrong with having fun while it does?" She chewed on her lower lip. “And be gossip fodder. Can you believe Ms. Malone and Dr. Blair? She's so old." “So what.” He sat beside her. “What do a few years mean?" “Too much in the eyes of others." “Not mine and that's what counts. Tell me about your ex. Might help me understand." In halting tones, she did. Now he knew what a fool she'd been. Had she given him the chance to make her one again? He caressed her shoulders.

“Happened years ago. Surely you've moved on." “On my own terms. A lesson learned sticks." “I don't need financial support. I'm not looking for a wife. I want you. Like the way you make me feel." “And when those feelings stop?" “We'll move on and become friends." Magda sighed. She feared she was already half in love with him. “I can't have sex with you again." “Have you had dinner?" Talk about a subject change. She thought about the meal she'd left untouched. “Not really." “I made paella. Come eat with me. That's all. Won't ask for more." She studied his expression. He seemed sincere. “Can't. I'm tired and sweaty." “So shower and change. I'll set the table and heat the food." “I'll come.” She instantly regretted the decision. He still had the same effect on her hormones as he'd had during their first meeting. He rose. “Fifteen minutes.” He strode to the door. “See you." When the door closed, Magda shook her head. She'd agreed and she would go. Had she walked into a trap? She headed to the shower. * * * * Damon strode across the hall. He'd won round one, but round two would be tougher. He would have to be careful or she would run. His hands curled into fists. What a number her ex had run on her. If he ever met the jerk, he'd punch the guy's nose. He stood in the middle of the living room. He had a problem. He'd invited her to dinner and they'd have to eat standing up unless he came up with a plan. How romantic would a stand-up dinner be? Should have bought bar stools for the counter. Now what? He couldn't pressure her to resume the affair, but seduction might work. He had to try. In the kitchen, he checked the paella. Tasted perfect. Table. He pushed several boxes of books together and covered them with a cloth. He took wine glasses from the cupboard and set them on the counter beside the bowls. From his pillow corner, he took two and placed them beside the makeshift table. When he heard the doorbell, he sucked in a breath. You're on. His body was primed for action, but caution was today's plan. He opened the door and stifled a laugh. Did she think the baggy scrubs would make him forget the lush body beneath. “Glad you came.” He reached for her hand, but she kept it pressed against her side. “Smells good." When he drew her into his arms, she turned her head so his lips grazed her cheek. Half a round to her, he thought. But the night's just begun. “Your choice of pillows. I'll serve." She laughed. “How did you make the table?" “Ingenuity and boxes of books. There're no candles for fear of fire.” He heaped

two bowls with paella and carried them to the table. “Wine. It's a rather nice rose." “One glass.” She tasted the food. “This is great. Will you share the recipe?" “Depends." “On what." “Who you plan to feed. I'm not sharing if you're going to feed another man." She shook her head. “Not this week. Thought this would make a good party dish. Maybe for the baby shower I'm holding for Linda." He shuddered. “Let's not talk about babies.” He recalled the number of times they'd been active with only her protection. Never again. “So where did you learn to make this dish?" “From the cook the year my mom was living in Spain with her bull fighter husband. Make a great bouillabaisse and other dishes. I have even learned to make sushi." “Forget that. No raw fish for me." “Is that a challenge?" “Just a fact." He reached for the wine bottle. She shook her head. “None for me." “But your glass is empty." “And I must leave soon. Laundry waits. My weekend was a bit full." “Your week nights could be the same.” He reached for her hand. “Dessert before you go. Flan with raspberry sauce." “You're bad." He brought her hand to his lips. “I could be badder." “I'm sure you can, but not tonight. Dessert now or I'll desert you for the washer and dryer." “Thought you didn't like to see a grown man suffer." “Only when he's not pushing his own agenda." He rose. “Dessert coming up." As he watched her savor the flan, he wondered if she was deliberately teasing. He frowned. Magda was direct. Unfortunately, he saw every movement of her mouth and tongue as sensual. If he made the wrong move, he would blow this and he wasn't ready for the affair to end. She put her spoon on the plate. “Thanks for dinner. I really must go." As she rose from the pillow, he watched the way her body moved. A surge of desire so strong he jumped to his feet. He caught her at the door and pulled her into an embrace. His tongue flicked the corner of her lips. Her arms circled his neck and he felt a subtle shifting of her body, one promising surrender. “Sure I can't convince you to stay?” The moment the words emerged, he wished he hadn't spoken. A few more heated kisses and she would have been his.

“Would like to, but I won't. Night.” She slipped into the hall. Damon gripped the door. He wanted to grab and ravish, but he'd promised not to push. The lock clicked and he strode to the kitchen. The flame burned hot. Was a matter of time before she was his again. Round two. Magda wins. He had plans. Tomorrow, he would begin the campaign. How would she feel when she saw him flirting with the CCU nurses? He groaned. Did he really want to revert to teenage behavior? No other idea occurred. What was wrong with him? She'd said the affair was over. He'd never been this persistent before. **** Magda yawned and pushed open the door of CCU. Rounds at seven fifteen should dynamite any plans Damon had to corner her. The nurse manager looked startled. Magda smiled. “So I'm early. Have a busy day. Lot to finish up before vacation. You free for a meeting at nine?" The woman nodded. “Doctors will be here, but at the moment, there aren't any problems they want me to solve." “Quiet night?" “Almost a week of quiet." Magda looked at the monitors. See you. I need to finish rounds." “Any surprises to spring?" “Just letting you know the coverage schedule. I'll be gone two weeks." “I envy you." Magda quickly made rounds of the other specialty units and came away with two mornings filled with meetings. On Thursday, she planned to spend most of the day orienting the new employees to opportunities on the specialty units. Coming in early allowed her to leave early unless there was an emergency. Leaving at three thirty meant she would be home well before Damon and give her time to shop and cook for the shower Saturday evening. That takes care of this week. Sorry, Damon. I'm just so busy. ****

By Friday morning, Damon was beyond frustration. Why was Magda never around? On Tuesday, she'd made rounds before eight, then had been tied to meetings until he'd had to leave for the office. Wednesday morning, he'd arrived early and she was in a meeting that lasted through lunch. Thursday, she'd been anywhere but her office. Evenings hadn't been much better. She'd been home, but she hadn't answered her phone. All he'd gotten for his trouble had been busy signals. Yesterday, Ben had laughed. “Mag's an intense person. Gives her all for everything she does. She's preparing for Lin's baby shower." He was going to see her today. Since quarter to six, he'd been stationed in the hall outside her door. One way or another, they were going to talk. His cell phone chimed. “Damon here." “I'm at the hospital,” Ben said. “Patient in distress. Need you." With a glare at Magda's door, Damon dashed downstairs. As he pulled out of the garage, he saw her emerge. Though he wanted to wait, patients came first. * * * * When Magda reached the hospital, she started rounds, leaving CCU until last. With luck, Damon and Ben would be gone by the time she reached the unit. At nine, she entered Cardiac Care. “Ms. Malone, fancy meeting you." Magda stiffened. Though Damon's voice was coldly professional, his blue eyes shone with banked passion, ready to flare if she gave him leave. “Dr. Blair, where's Ben?" “Off seeing our other patients. I've been tied up with a pacemaker gone wild." “Crisis over?" He nodded. “As of ten minutes ago. I've hung around to make sure the patient's stable." “I won't keep you. I need to see the nurse manager.” She turned down the hall. She listened to the report, visited the patient whose crisis had kept Damon on the unit. As she left, he joined her. She sucked in a breath. “Is there a problem?" “One only you can solve." “What might that be?” She groaned. She'd walked into that one. “Guess." “I'd rather not." “You've been avoiding me." “I've been busy." “Come to dinner tomorrow. I would like to take you out, but I know how you feel about gossip." “Sorry. It's Linda's shower." “Tonight?" “I have to clean and make the favors."

“Sunday? To see my furniture." “Already seen it. I've other plans for Sunday. A prior engagement.” She smiled, but she wanted to scream. Why wouldn't he leave her alone? “You haven't seen the furniture in place." “Don't you have something better to do than harass me?" “Is that what I'm doing? Thought I was just exploring a mutual attraction." “Dr. Blair, enough." He pulled her into a corner near the stairs. “Guess I'm getting to you. You see, I have these fantasies." Magda clenched her teeth. How could she escape this man without creating a scene that would provoke the gossip she feared? “I don't want to hear them." “Meeting in the stairwell. A kiss leading to caresses. Fumbling to feel skin against skin. An exciting interlude with the threat of discovery adding to the spice." Magda pulled away from his grasp. “Not my idea of fun." “What about your office? Against the door? Across the desk? Me in your chair with you riding me?" “I don't--" “Play where you work. How about tonight in my king-sized bed? Think of the possibilities." “I have and the answer remains the same. No." “If you think you're escaping before passion dies, forget it." “Don't challenge me." “What's life without a challenge?" Magda's hands curled into fists. “Enough.” She turned her back and strode away. He'd gotten to her, but she was strong enough to resist. “See you,” he called. **** The high-pitched voices in the hall made Damon close the door with a bang. He'd planned to go out, but he wasn't leaving until the flow of females stopped. He stood at the door to the balcony. When he stepped outside and glanced at Magda's unit, he saw pink, blue and white balloons, large paper storks and babies. His jaw clenched. What a gruesome sight. A rapping on his door startled him. He strode to answer. Ben pushed past him. “Have any beer?" “In the fridge." “Were you going out?" Damon shrugged. “Thought I might. Didn't want to face the drove of women when there's only one who'll do. For now."

“Give it up." “Can't. Won't. Why are you here?" “Brought Lin.” Ben strode across they room. “They wanted me to stay. I'd be as out of place as a bear in a honey factory." Damon laughed. “Could be heaven for the bear." “He would have indigestion." “The focus of the gathering gives me the creeps.” Damon pulled an opener from a drawer and opened two beers. “What plans have they spoiled?” Ben asked. Damon pointed to the balconies. “See how close they are. I wanted to make a surprise visit." “Are you out of your mind?" “Probably." “She brushed you off." “I'm like lint." “Ever think she might be right?" “You have no idea how great we were together." “Do you?" Ben drank. “You might be going about this the wrong way. Got anything to eat?" “Check the fridge. What do you mean the wrong way?" “A woman likes to know she's special to a man.” Ben pulled cheese wedges from the drawer. “Crackers?" “Cupboard. She knows." “Does she? Mag's cynical about men. She's been used and abused. Why not back off? Plenty of women around. Saw a couple of the nurses giving you the eye." But they weren't the one he wanted. “I'm not ready to give up.” Why was Ben laughing? “It's not what you're thinking." “So now you read minds.” Ben held up his hands. “Nice furniture. Bet Mag helped you." “How did you know?" “She took Lin and me to this showroom across the river and helped us furnish our house. I recognize the dining room set. We nearly bought it." Damon nodded. “That's where we went." Ben piled cheese and crackers on a plate and carried them to the living room. “Don't put Mag in the same place her ex did." “She told me about him." Ben leaned forward. “Now, that's interesting. A word. Back off before you hurt her." Damon gulped a mouthful of beer. He had no intention of hurting her. How could he walk away when he still burned for her? Chapter 7 The last guest waved from the top of the stairs. Magda turned from the door. Nearly

midnight and she was exhausted. She looked at the couch where Linda sat. Huge stacks of presents surrounded her. “You really made out." “Thanks to you,” Linda said. “You bought so much." “You know me and shopping." Linda waved her hand. “Sure made a mess tossing paper.” Rumpled wads decorated the green carpet. “Sorry my aim's so bad." “At least no one spilled wine." “That's because I had to drink ginger ale.” Linda patted her swollen abdomen. “Thanks for the nightgown. Can't wait to see Ben's face when I finally appear is something that's not a sack. Two months and counting." “Then the fun begins.” Magda opened a trash bag. “We'll never get this all to your car. I'll drop some things off tomorrow on my way to the group home." “You still involved?" “Once a month. We're food shopping and cooking tomorrow." “Sounds hectic.” Linda opened a shopping bag. “Let's make order out of this mess." “How?" “With a bit of organization. I want to un-clutter your place in case you're expecting company later." “No company. No men ‘til I'm on vacation." “What about Eric ... Damon. Ben said you two had connected." Was that what they'd done? Collided was a better description. “Over. Done. Ended." “That's not what Ben thinks.” Linda reached for several items from the pile beside her. “What's wrong with my cousin?" “For someone else, nothing. Seeing him broke all my rules." “What if he's the one?" Magda crammed wads of paper in the trash bag. “There is no right man for me." Linda threw up her hands. “I hear you, but why not take a chance? You'll never know unless you try." “And risk losing? Can't do that to myself again.” Magda reached for a stack of boxes. “Damon plays for keeps no better than I do." “Maybe, maybe not." Magda opened a shopping bag and put the boxes in. “Believe what you will." “Take the gifts out of the boxes,” Linda said. “How will you know who gave you what?" Linda held a stack of cards. “Every present is itemized and color noted. Why do you think this took so long?" “Practical."

“Of course and you're the one who taught me to organize when I was a new grad." A short time later, four shopping bags, a bassinet and three large boxes sat beside the car. Magda scurried around gathering paper plates, cups and plastic utensils. “The balloons?" Linda giggled. “Let's set them free.” She gathered a bunch and went to the balcony. “Open the screen." Magda did. They watched the blue, white and pink circles soar into the dark sky. “Now what?” Magda asked. “Let me get Ben." “Phone's in the kitchen." “No need to call. He's at Damon's.” Linda grinned. “You up for a meeting with a discarded lover?" One who doesn't want to remain that way, Magda thought. “Why not?” She looked at the packages by the door. Surely three people could manage and she could avoid seeing him. “I'll put the bags in the hall.” With luck, she could have the door bolted before Ben and Damon had finished carrying the things to the car. Linda caught Magda's arm. “Was Damon nasty or did he do something weird?" Magda shook her head. Damon had been a dream lover, but she couldn't afford to dream. “He was ... don't ask.” Before they reached the door, Ben's special knock sounded. Linda answered. “Ben. Damon. I was on my way over. I wanted to see what you've done with your place." Ben pushed into the room and strode to the dining room table. “Good. Dessert. All Damon had was cheese, crackers and omelets. Come and try some. Mag makes them." “Help yourself,” Magda said. “Think I will.” As Damon passed Magda, he ran his fingers along her arm. “Magda's a great cook. Her scampi is great and her crepes are terrific." She felt a tingle and held her breath so his scent wouldn't further weaken her defenses. Just seeing him made her weak with want. She reached for two of the bags. “Linda, looks like we'll do the work while they stuff their faces." Linda lifted the other two bags. “Ben, let's move. I'm tired. I want to go home." Ben and Damon lifted the filled bassinet and strode to the open door. Magda and Linda followed. At the car, Linda caught Magda's arm. “Thanks so much." “It was fun." “Do you ever wish you had a baby?" “Years ago, I did.” Magda turned. She'd wanted a child. A baby would have been family. Most of her life she had lacked that

kind of connection. “Now, I'd be a single mother. A child needs two parents." “Not always." “Some women can handle the responsibility. I couldn't.” Being a single mother would make her afraid. What if something happened to her? She couldn't leave a child alone the way she'd been. “You don't need to remain single.” Linda put her bags in the trunk. “I do.” Magda added hers. “Talk to you tomorrow." “Think about what you're doing." Magda looked around. The men were gone. “Always.” She had to get upstairs before they finished. “Night." As she strode up the walk, Ben and Damon passed her. Damon held two boxes and Ben the third. “See you at the hospital, Monday,” Ben said. “Thanks." Magda dashed into the foyer and started upstairs. Damon caught her at the door of her apartment and pulled her against him. “Be my weekend lover. Isn't that what you wanted? It's the weekend." She wouldn't lie. “That was before I knew who you were. Your identity as a doctor made me change my mind." “Really.” He raised her hair and kissed her nape. “Doesn't compute. My profession has nothing to do with the passion we shared.” He turned her to face him. “Not for you. For me." Damon's mouth covered hers. His tongue stroked her lips. For a moment, she allowed the sensation, the sheer delight to fill her. She tried to disengage. He deepened the kiss. The urgent craving for him came to a boil. He released her mouth. Why did he make her feel so needy? Why did being in his arms feel so right? His arms circled her waist. “Come with me. See my furniture. Your choices were absolutely right.” He smiled. “I'll be good." Could she resist him the way she had Monday evening? Was her desire to see how her choices suited the apartment merely an excuse to spend more time with him? He stepped back. “I'd like you to come." “I need my key." “I'll wait." She reached for the doorknob. Desire pulsed within. Her hand tightened. When she was with him, all she thought of was making love. She stepped inside and grabbed her keys. Was going to his place a wise move? Probably not and she was going to mire herself deeper than before. He reached for her hand. “Glad you agreed." “I won't stay."

He led her across the hall. “Did you know your scent makes me dizzy and your touch makes me hot?" His touch had the same effect on her. “How many beers did you drink?" “One. I made us omelets.” Damon opened the door and drew her inside. “What do you think?" “Perfect.” She noticed the pillow nest was gone. One less temptation. “I agree.” He laced his fingers with hers. “Remember when we chose the couch. Want to see if it suits the purpose." “Not a good idea." “How about I collect on that raincheck and we make out down in the garage." She shook her head. “Not that either." He pulled her into an embrace. His hands splayed on her hips. “It's still the weekend and you're not at the hospital." Magda sighed. His erection thrust against her. “Damon." He feathered her face with kisses. “You tempt me." She felt her resistance slip. Your rules, an inner voice shouted. Go for it, another cried. A sigh shuddered through her. “I wish I didn't think this was a bad idea." “How? Admit you want me.” He pulled her to the couch. “I'm not ready to let you go." “One day soon you'll walk away." “I always have. I won't deny that. We can still be friends when the tempest dies." “How can we when we haven't become friends yet?" He frowned. “Explain. Think of our common interests. How can two people who are so much alike not be friends?" “Sex.” Though friends could become lovers, was the reverse possible? She had a thousand doubts, especially when one of the pair wanted more. He put his arms around her shoulders. “Take a chance. I'm willing." Dare she? He turned to face her. His mouth covered hers. He stroked her breasts. Their sensitivity stunned her. She allowed the sensations his touch evoked to still the reasons she had for avoiding him. “Come to bed with me,” he whispered. “Let me love you." She wished he did. She wished he could. Just once more, she thought. She met his gaze. “Just tonight." He pulled her to her feet and she stepped into his arms. He feathered kisses on her face, then captured her mouth in a kiss both sweet and hot. His hands stroked, moved down her back. She wound her arms around his neck.

Without breaking the kiss, they moved toward the open door of his bedroom. Damon's caresses held none of the urgency that had marked their past encounters. What was happening? Did the change signal he knew this was the ending? His mouth released hers. He gazed into his eyes. She saw raw desire. His glance slid past hers. What was he hiding? She stepped back and reached for the buttons of her blouse. He stayed her hand. “Let me.” He tugged the blouse from the skirt and opened the buttons from the bottom. His eyes sparkled. “Like the bra.” His fingers stroked the wings of the butterfly fanning from the center clasp. “Bikini or thong?" “Why don't you find out?" “I will, but first I'll explore a bit. He traced the wings with his tongue, then caught a nipple between his teeth. A jolt of liquid fire arrowed to her vulva. “Damon." He trailed kisses along her neck. “You taste good. You smell delicious." “Damon, I need you." “Patience, love. It's been so long." “A week." “An age. If you weren't so stubborn, we could have been together every night." “Then you're punishing me?” She rubbed her hands along his engorged penis. “You're ready. So am I." He reached for the waistband of her skirt and drew the zipper down. “You'll have me soon.” The fabric of the skirt slid over her hips to the floor and revealed the thong that matched her bra. “Now that is a work of art. Were you hoping?" Had she been? She wasn't sure. She looked up. “I like the way thongs make me look and feel." “So do I.” He caught her in his arms and backed her to the bed. She held her arms wide. He shook his head. “My turn to lose a few clothes." “So do it.” She reached for the clasp of the bra, “Leave it.” He grinned. “Does it bother you to be almost nude when I'm dressed?" She licked her lips. “I'll just use my imagination and conjure some interesting scenes." He chuckled. “I do like your attitude." She ran her hands over her abdomen and cupped her breasts. “Do hurry a bit. I'm ready and waiting." He pulled his shirt over his head. “Like this?" “It certainly helps." The ceiling light reflected on his taut muscles. He reached for the waistband of his jeans and slowly eased the zipper down. “Better?" “Getting there.” She slid her hands down her abdomen. She stroked the butterfly. “Oh yeah.” He skinned the jeans over his hips. His erection sprang free.

“Now that I like." He kicked off the jeans and strode toward her. In one hand, he held a foil-wrapped packet. “Care to help a suffering man." Magda moved to the edge of the bed. She took the condom. Before sheathing him, she caressed his shaft. “All the help you want." He pulled her to her feet and held her in an embrace. “Do something for me." “Such as?" “Walk across the room and back." She laughed. “Why?" “So I can watch the butterflies." She laughed, turned and walked toward the door. While Damon's gaze remained on her, he slid back on the bed until he reached the mound of pillows. At the door, she turned. Damon sucked in a breath. Light glinted on the jet beads making the butterflies seem to move. When she reached the bed, she opened the front clasp of the bra and slid the sides slowly apart to reveal her breasts. Damon nearly shot from the bed to grab. “The thong on or off?” she asked. “Off.” The word rasped across dry tissue. Her fingers slid beneath the sides of the thong and slowly peeled it down. Damon watched as her dark pubic hair was revealed. She tossed the thong to him. He inhaled the scent of her desire. How hard could a man get? How long could he stay in a state of readiness? He patted his thighs. “Come here." She straddled his thighs, then inched toward him. When she was deeply embedded on his shaft, she met his gaze. “What now?" “We play." His hands covered her breasts. Magda leaned against his raised knees. “Feels good.” Move or not. “I want this to last a very long time,” he said. Not forever? She dare not ask that question. Nothing lasts forever. She wished it could. He grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips. He gently rocked her. The sensations built. He released her hands and his fingers found her clitoris. Magda's breath caught. She felt her climax begin. What would she do when she no longer had this man in her life? A soft sigh built into a cry and ended in his name. Once she caught her breath, she slowly shifted until she was over him. “Your turn.” She touched her lips to his. Tongues brushed, stroked and plunged in the same rhythm as her body on his. She released his mouth as once more, she plunged toward fulfillment. He roared her name and held her tight. He stroked her back. “Oh yeah. Love, so good."

Love, she thought. Why had he said that word when he didn't mean it? She rolled to his side. “I should go." “Why? I want weeks, even months with you. Stay the night." She wished she could. The more time she spent with him, the harder it would be when he no longer wanted her. Her chest felt tight. An ache built inside. She couldn't cry. She had to leave. He gathered her against him, brushed kisses on her forehead. He gently stroked her back. The soft caresses brought a hope she knew was false. Sleepless nights. There'd been so many during the past week. She yawned. He gathered her against him, brushed kisses on her forehead. He gently stroked her back. The soft caresses brought hope of a promise she knew was false. She yawned again. “Stay a bit,” he whispered. “I enjoy holding you." She gave into the need for sleep and the desire to remain in his arms. The steady beating of his heart lulled her into dreams. * * * * A strange noise woke Magda. Her heart thudded in her chest. She wasn't alone. She opened her eyes a slit. Moonlight slid through the windows. She gasped. This wasn't her apartment or her bed. What had she done? She turned on her side. Damon sprawled face down beside her. His bedroom. His bed. She listened to his steady breathing. What now? She slid from the bed. Why had she come here, made love, stayed? She desired him and she feared her need went far beyond physical passion. Once she was dressed, she silently made her way from his room. This affair had to end here and now. She couldn't be his friend or his lover. Not when the emotions churning inside were so strong and confused. Coming to his place had been a dumb act. She'd been trapped by hormones and a dream she'd carefully buried. To belong to someone. To be part of a family. Why had that impossibility resurfaced. It hadn't before. It couldn't now. * * * * Sunlight woke Damon. He rubbed his eyes and slid his hand across the sheet. When he encountered nothing but the rumpled bedding, he rolled on his side. Where was she? He sat and scanned the room. No clothes. No Magda. After the most satisfying night, he hadn't expected her to leave. He'd believed she'd still be in his bed and ready to wake him for another session of incredible sex. What now? You blew it, jerk. Weren't you aiming for friendship? That's not the same as a roll in the sheets. Problem was when she was near all he could think of was being wrapped around her. He groaned and moved to the edge of the bed. Why had he believed friendship would work? He wanted her any way he could get her. What had she done to him? He cut off those thoughts. After he showered and dressed, he pounded on her door. She didn't answer. Her newspaper was gone. His shoulders slumped. He'd had visions of them working the puzzle the way they'd done last Sunday. As he strode to the balcony, his shoes slapped against the carpet. He peered toward her apartment, moved from one position to another for a different view. She wasn't in the kitchen. He saw no lights. Was she home? He would call. His cell phone chimed. He flipped the cover. “Damon here.” Ben's voice shattered his hope for Magda's husky voice.

“Is there a problem?" “Just wanted to let you know I made rounds." “I could have." “You get next weekend. Is Mag there?" Damon snorted. “Am I her keeper?" “Don't you wish?" Ben's chuckle lashed Damon's raw nerves. He did, but he wasn't about to let his partner know. “Haven't seen her since last night." “She's not answering her phone. I wanted to ask her for a favor." “Guess you'll have to wait." “Don't forget the bash this coming Saturday." Damon groaned. When Ben had proposed a party with the other cardiologists and their wives, he'd agreed. Now the idea didn't thrill him. He'd rather be with Magda. “Do me a favor and invite a few eligible women. Don't want to be the only single there." “As in Magda?" “For starters. Maybe a couple of those nurses from the unit." “I'll see what Lin says. If you see Magda, tell her to call me." “Will do.” Damon hung up. Where was she? Whoa, you're not her keeper. * * * * Magda pulled her car into the grocery store parking lot. Three girls piled from the car. Magda dashed after them. “Hold up. Before we go in, let's decide on a menu." “Pizza. We voted last night." “We're talking about healthy eating,” Magda said. “Pizza's healthy." Magda wrinkled her brow. An idea occurred. “Pizza it is, but I'm the one who chooses the toppings." One of the girls made a face. “I wanted tons of cheese and pepperoni." “I think you'll like what I come up with. Do you all remember how to comparison shop?" “Prices,” one said. “Size,” a second added. “Ingredients,” said the third. “Good, let's go. You know I think we'll have pizza even for dessert." “This I have to see.” One of the girls grabbed a cart. “I'll push." As Magda followed the gaggle into the store, she began to plan the menu. Chicken parmigan and vegetable pizza for the main course. A apple pie with cinnamon and one with another fruit for dessert. Once the shopping was done, they returned to the cottage. Before long eight girls followed her directions. The counselor shook her head. “Don't know how you convinced them your idea of pizza would be good." Magda laughed. “I'm teaching them the way my foster parents taught me. A person has to eat and they might as well as eat delicious and healthy." Later when the pies were done, Magda joined them for the feast. The excited chatter and the way they devoured the food made her smile. She felt good about giving them some of the

skills her foster parents had given her. Soon, the dishes were done. Magda took out the crossword puzzle. For an instant, she thought of Damon. Moments later, the girls and she were involved in solving the puzzle. * * * * Magda stepped into CCU and nearly made a U-turn. Ben and Damon stood at the desk. A pair of nurses bracketed Damon. The unit clerk stared at the three. Ben tried to get her attention. “Dr. Tatum, is there a problem?” Magda asked. “I need some lab results, but everyone seems to be otherwise occupied." “You'll get what you need. Ladies, you're here to work. Dr. Tatum needs some lab results and I see several call lights." The secretary reached for the phone. The nurses scurried away. Damon grinned. “Ms. Malone, you know how it is." Magda nodded. “You just can't help drawing flies.” She hurried to the nurse manager's office and paused in the doorway. “About the weekend incident. Time for a refresher course." The nurse manager nodded. “Already called Staff Ed." Magda wasn't ready to approach the desk since Ben and Damon were still there. She ducked into the nurse’ lounge and poured a cup of coffee. Just being near him made her want. She sat at the table. The door opened and the two nurses she'd chased entered. “That was so nice of Dr. Tatum." “Sure was, especially after we ignored him.” The blonde halted. “Ms. Malone, are you going to write us up?" “Not this time. In the future, remember why you're here. It's certainly not to make time with the doctors.” Magda sipped the coffee. She sounded like a tyrant or a jealous woman. “But he's so hot,” the redhead said. “I can't help myself when he's around. Magda knew the feeling. “Try." “He ignores our signals,” the blonde said. “Maybe he doesn't play where he works,” Magda said. “He sure never goes to Jolly's.” The redhead slouched in a chair. “I hear he lives at RT Estates. Don't you live there?" “I do.” Magda knew what was coming. How to discourage them? “Invite us over." Magda shook her head. “Wouldn't work." “What have you seen? Heard?” the blonde asked. “He seems to be attracted to one of his neighbors.” Magda clamped her mouth closed. She didn't all she was the neighbor and she'd pushed him away. “Bummer,” the redhead said. “Bet I could make him forget her." Magda finished the coffee. “Back to your patients. Put all thoughts of the doctor aside.” She just wished she could. When Magda reached her office, she leaned against the door. Why had

the nurses’ comments about Damon irritated her? What's wrong with me? If he showed interest in another woman, she'd be free. A thought ricocheted through her. Wrong! She couldn't be. She'd done that once and all she'd gained was a condo and a convertible. Love wasn't for her. Lust, that's all she felt. The best cure was to find another man. Damon was forbidden. Says who? Chapter 8 What was wrong with Magda? Damon sat in his car outside the hospital. She hadn't responded to the attention the bits of fluff had showered over him. He'd wanted to drag her into an empty room and kissed her until she begged. She'd dismissed the groupies and walked away. Would she have kissed him or yelled? He wanted her so much he felt uncomfortable. They were so much alike. Why did she believe the hospital was a barrier to their affair? He believed seeing each other here would add a bit of spice to their lives. Maybe he should accept one of those blatant invitations. Or both. He could bring the woman to his apartment. He groaned. Better, he could go to hers. Impossible. He wasn't ready to move on. He didn't want the redhead or the blonde? Why? Their come-ons hadn't been much different from Magda's at their first meeting. What made her so different? Would he ever learn? Magda belonged in his bed until the fire died. He would pursue her until she was in his arms again. When Damon entered his partner's office, Ben looked up. “What took you so long? A problem?" Damon shook his head. “About this party Saturday. What did Lin think about asking others?" “Already have." “Will Magda be there?" “She opted out. Too busy." “Doing what?" “Didn't say. Why don't you ask her?" Damon sank onto a chair. “What's wrong with her? We've had great times.” He saw the glint on Ben's eyes. “Hold on. It was a lot more than sex. We've a lot in common." Ben held up his hands. “Go easy with her. She's been hurt a lot and that makes her wary." “Of what?" “Falling in love and being deserted. Pair of you share that trait. Walk out before you're walked on. Disengage before your emotions are touched.” Ben leaned forward. “Find another woman and leave Mag alone." Damon rose. Ben didn't know what he was talking about. Magda didn't love him. He didn't love her. They both understood that things ended. Some people weren't meant for the long haul. Damon nodded. He would walk away when the affair came to a natural end. Always had in the past and he and the woman had been in agreement. After second rounds at the hospital, Damon drove home. He would take action. As soon as he'd learned Magda's identity, he'd copied her phone number from Ben's directory. He picked up Chinese take-out and ate at the dining room table. He would call her. Hopefully, she would answer, unlike the other times he'd tried.

He spread the paper on the table. Not that he needed a reminder. Her number had been memorized. “Hello." The sound of her voice brought a jolt of fire to his groin. Even hearing her voice made him hard. “Damon here." “What do you want?" “You. To be with you. To touch your skin. To taste your mouth. To surround myself with your scent. To hear your cries." “Goodbye." “Don't hang up. I'll just call back." “I won't answer." “Then I'll fill your tape with messages." “What do you want?" “What are you wearing? One of your sexy thongs? I'm in my briefs." “I'm not interested in phone sex." Damon laughed. “Neither am I, but I can make the transition to in person in a flash." “No sale. Good night." “Actually, just wanted to talk.” And to hear her voice. “Ben said you turned down the invite to the welcoming party." “That's right. Why would I want to hang around with doctors and their wives? Half the women think I'm after their husbands." “Guess they don't know your rules." “Why should they?" “We could show them otherwise." “Not interested." “But I'll be bored. Come on. I'll behave." “Don't you ever give up?" “Not when I want something and I want you. Ask Lin about my childhood episodes of persistence." “I will." He gulped some beer. “So can I drop by so we can talk face to face? There are some matters we need to settle.” Like how soon we'll hit the bed. “I'll be good." Magda sucked in a breath. He would be and he wasn't talking about polite behavior. She wished she could believe he would keep his hands in his pockets. For him an impossibility. Her, too. If they were within touching distance and alone, they would do anything but talk. “No. I can't." “Don't you mean won't?" “Whichever. I'm not coming over and I'm not inviting you here." “The balconies?" “Might work." “Poor compromise, but I'm on my way."

“Put on some clothes." “What are you wearing?" She laughed. “A caftan that covers me from neck to toes.” She hung up. Moments later, she stepped onto the balcony. As if her arrival had been a signal, Damon stepped from his unit. Her breath oozed from her lungs. He wore denim cutoffs and no shirt. The waist of the cutoffs was open and the zipper only partly closed. The sight of his muscular chest and the swirl of dark hair arrowing toward his groin was enough to trigger acute tachycardia. Did he wear briefs, or was he in his usual attire? She sat on one of the chairs. Temptation pure and simple reared. She couldn't succumb to desire, but what she wouldn't give to be in his arms. Sheer foolishness. Fantasies about the forbidden were a sure route to madness. “So talk.” She hoped her voice was steadier than her thoughts. He leaned against the railing. “I want you in my life." “Not a good idea." “We're a perfect match. Similar appetites. Similar likes." Unfortunately true, but if she surrendered, she was in danger of losing her heart. “Doesn't matter." “Why not go with the flow?" She shook her head. Doing that might have him acting on some of the fantasies he'd voiced about the hospital. They had to remain distant and professional there. “We would be tempted to take chances. I can't." “It would add spice and make coming home great. Heard of married people who work together sneaking kisses and touches at work to improve their sex life." “I've no intention of walking down the aisle." “Did I propose?" “No, and I haven't accepted." He laughed. “That's settled. We're not getting married. Now, can I come over?" “No." “I know what you're afraid of. I can keep our affair out of the hospital.” He raised his screen. “Could it be the age difference that really bothers you?" “A bit. You really should find playmates your own age." He leaned against the railing. “I spent most of my life with adults. Women my age seem shallow and silly. I prefer older women." She approached the railing. “Weren't you around children when you were one?"

“Some. In school. Visited Lin's family and did things with her and her brothers." “How often did you see them?" “Couple of times a year." “Must have been a lonely life.” Magda sighed. As hers had been. Too little time with the same people had short circuited her ability to be part of a group. “Never thought of being lonely. Just about the neat things I saw and did.” He leaned forward. “When I look at you, I don't see older. I see a beautiful woman." She shook her head. “I'm no beauty." “You are to me. What do you see when you look at me?" She closed her eyes. Handsome, virile, perfect. Until she'd learned he was a doctor, she'd been enchanted. No longer. His profession was a barrier she didn't want to climb. “I see a man I'm attracted to." “Then let attraction rule. I'm not asking for forever. In a few months, I imagine we'll decide to move on." “What if one of us isn't ready?” She hadn't meant to voice her fears. She didn't want to be the one left behind. Damon's grip on the railing tightened. What if his feelings for her remained strong? What if she continued to reject him? He pushed away. “I have to think about this." “I have." “And?" “When you have an answer to my question, let me know." Inside the apartment, Damon slumped on the couch. He was in trouble. He feared something he wasn't ready for was happening. Marriage. A family. Magda in his bed. The fear she had moved on. No marriage meant no divorce. Memories of his childhood and teenage years flooded his thoughts. How many times had he connected with a new step-parent only to have his mother or father move on to a new love? He refused to take a chance on the same disruption of his adult life. So what was he going to do? Move on. He shook his head. Rivertown was his choice of a place to live. He couldn't desert Ben and Lin. They needed him here and he wanted to stay. Can't cut and run.

Could he exorcise Magda from his life? She was an ever present image in his thoughts. **** That does it, Magda thought. She'd finally gotten through his lust-filled head. Sure, they had engaged in hot sex. They had shared interests. They might even be able to pull off a professional stance at the hospital. What they couldn't manage was an ending without someone being hurt. She started to rise and sat back with a thud. No. Couldn't be love. She'd vowed never to embrace that insanity again. With Damon, there'd been an instant and mutual attraction. A sexual one, she had believed. Wrong. The connection on her part had reached beyond the appetites of the body. She'd fallen in love. Lord, she loved him. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was more deeply mired than she'd imagined. What was she going to do? Her head throbbed. She felt nauseous. This wasn't the time for decisions. She felt too raw. The phone rang. Damon. She couldn't talk to him. She couldn't bear to hear him say the affair was over. She would be too tempted to beg. The voice coming from the answering machine wasn't his. She picked up the receiver. “Hi, Linda. Have a problem?" “Yes. No. Maybe." “Choose one." “I need a favor and I know you'll say no." “You're reading my mind. Don't think so. How can I say no when I don't know what you want?" “I just know." Magda rolled her eyes. “Don't keep me in suspense. Spit it out." “We're having this welcoming party for Eric ... Damon. I want--" “I already told Ben I can't make it." “I knew you would say that."

“Being around all those doctors would give me the creeps. Plus, some of them are creeps." Linda sighed. “You're right. If Landen pats my belly one more time, I'll sock him. Actually, we've invited a few others." “Answer is still no." “You have to say yes." “I do not." “I need your help. You know how inept I am in the kitchen. Maybe you could cater. I'll help." “I could do that." “Mag, you're wonderful." “I'll cater, but I'm not staying for the party." Linda's sigh was long and loud. “Maybe you'll change your mind." Hardly likely. “Let me know about a menu and get back to me." “Just remember Ben loves your crab puffs." “And cheesecake, tarts, chocolate mousse cake." Linda laughed. “Probably anything you cook. Thanks. See you." Magda dropped the receiver in the cradle. Why had she agreed? Certainly not to see Damon gather a court of adoring women. She owed Ben and Linda. During the divorce, they'd kept her sane. The day Linda had joined the CCU staff at the city hospital, they'd become friends. Linda had followed to Rivertown. Magda grinned. She'd been the one who'd brought the pair together. The catering was a favor for her friends, nothing more. Sure it is. **** On Friday morning when Magda saw the crowd at the elevator, she decided to take the stairs. Four flights would help rid her of the two pounds she'd recently gained. She sighed. In eight days, she would be away from here. On the ninth, she would be basking in the sun. Hopefully at the resort, she would meet a man or two who would banish her persistent thoughts of Damon. Tears blurred her vision. Get a grip.

She stopped on the third landing to blot her tears. The sound of footsteps startled her. She reached for the door. Time to vanish before someone saw she'd been crying. Before she escaped, a familiar spicy scent reached her. Arms enfolded her. “Damon." “In the flesh. I have you where you belong." His mouth covered hers. The touch of his lips fired her desire. His hands cupped her buttocks and pressed her against his erection. She stroked his arms, his chest. Being here was wonderful. The kiss deepened. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. His hands caressed her breasts. Magda nibbled on his lips. Her breath came in short pants. Damon inched her skirt up. “I want you." The sound of voices made her jerk away. She quickly buttoned her blouse. Damon zipped his fly. She stepped past him. “I have to go.” How could she have forgotten where they were? “I'm right behind you." “We can't." “Then we'll talk. We need to straighten some matters.” He walked beside her. Magda frowned. The only thing needing straightened was his attitude. “Talk about what?" He held the door on five open. “Us." “I'm fine with my decision." “I'm not.” They entered the Nursing Office. “Which Staff Ed instructor do I approach about updating CCU criteria?" His change of topic nearly threw her. “All changes need my approval and that of your fellow cardiologists." Their conversation carried them past the office staff and down the hall to her office. Damon followed her in and closed the door. Magda whirled. “Just go away." “I won't." “When you're this close, I can't think." “I can. About this.” His kiss was a carnal branding that seared her lips and ignited desire. “Can't get you out of my mind." Magda sighed. “You have to." He grasped her hand and pressed it against his engorged penis. “Tell me how when this happens every time I see you." Magda sucked in a breath laden with his scent. “You must go." He flicked her lips with his tongue. Fire flowed along nerve paths. A throbbing began low in her belly. She wanted him. She grasped the tab of his zipper. He released her mouth. “Protection?" “At home.” She forced herself to walk to the window. “We can't. Not here.

Not now." “I'll come over tonight." She gulped a breath and turned to face him. “Have you found an answer to my question?" “No." “Then no is my answer to any visits. Besides, I'll be out ‘til late." “Where will you be?" The demand in his voice stunned her. “That is none of your business." He held up his hands. “You're right.” He reached for the door. “Just don't cut me off completely." Magda felt tears burn her eyes. “Just go.” She couldn't cry now. She couldn't confess her feelings. Letting him know she'd fallen in love with him would make her vulnerable to his manipulations. He paused. “Come to the party tomorrow night." “Damon, go." **** Damon stood in the hall outside Magda's office. Before he faced the women in the outer room, he had to gain control of himself. He wanted to smash his fist against the wall, to kick her door down. He wanted her and he'd nearly succeeded. At what price? Had he seen tears in Magda's eyes or had the effect been from the sunlight? He couldn't be sure. Did he want to know? He sucked in a deep breath. If he'd seen tears, he wanted to know why, but he didn't know how he could learn. **** Magda watched the door close behind Damon. She had to stop denying her feelings so she could fight them. She'd loved and lost before and she had recovered. Could she make him understand? She slumped in the chair at the desk. Damon wanted her. She wanted him. Would have been a good fling if she hadn't fallen in love. Why was he so different than the other men in her life these past seven years. When they'd met in the condo foyer, they'd been on the same road to the same destination. Lust. Sex. Then her carefully buried need to belong to someone had erupted. Why with him?

She stared at the phone. She wouldn't go home. He would be waiting and she didn't want to see him. She flipped the pages of her calendar to the ones with VACATION written in bold letters. In little more than a week, she would be on a plane headed for sun, surf and a fling or two she couldn't imagine taking. A tear dripped down her cheek. She pinched her tear ducts. There was no time for tears. She dialed Linda's number. “Why haven't you called?" “Well hello to you,” Linda said. “How are you feeling?" “Huge.” Linda chuckled. “Please don't say you're not going to feed the mob Ben invited." “Never fear. If I knew what you wanted. How many?" “Between thirty and forty and I can't decide on a menu." “Not a sit-down dinner for sure.” Magda frowned. “Didn't think there were that many cardiologists in town." “There aren't. He's invited the entire CCU staff along with their spouses or friends. An outdoor party. Ben wants to grill." Magda laughed. “You'd be eating charcoal and the fire department would have to be on standby. What about a ham, turkey breast and roast beef, pre-sliced? Appetizers, salads and desserts? Do we have a plan?" “Sounds like a lot of work. Will you have enough time?" “I'll shop after work and come by this evening and begin." “You're wonderful,” Linda said. “Save the bills. I'll write you a check." “Will do. Actually it's a must. A week from tomorrow and I'm away. Don't forget out Thursday evening to Friday getaway." “You have no idea how I'm looking forward. You have the same vacation plans as last year?" “And the five years before that. Where else?" Linda laughed. “Remember how you lured Ben to the resort?" “It worked." “Sure did and I've a big belly as proof. See you this evening." Magda hung up and booted the computer. At five, she drove to the grocery store and loaded a cart with the items she would need to prepare the meal. The good thing was she would be in the kitchen until after the guests arrived. With luck, she could make her escape before anyone noticed. At Ben and Linda's, she rang the bell. Ben answered. “I'll take the bag. Doesn't look like enough to feed a crowd." “Four more bags in the car." “I'll get them." “Figured you would.” Magda moved past him and entered a kitchen that was a cook's dream. What a waste. Neither of her friends enjoyed preparing food.

As Magda unpacked the bags, she planned her attack. Meats and desserts tonight. Salads and appetizers tomorrow. She would do most of them at home. Ben set two bags on the counter. “What's in them? Lead?" “This and that.” She removed the three meats from the bag, found baking dishes and assembled the ingredients for the glazes. “Leave the butter out.” Magda rearranged the shelves in the lower oven so all three meats would bake at the same time. “I love this kitchen." Linda turned. “Find the right man and you can have a kitchen like this. You know, Damon's a great cook." “He made paella for me." “And you turned him down." “Marriage wasn't part of his pitch. Besides, you know how I feel about that institution." Linda nodded. “You and Damon are quite a gun-shy pair.” She shoved cartons on the shelves. Before long, Magda had the meats in the oven. After a quick meal, she mixed the pastry for the desserts. Linda sat at the table and helped cut crusts for the tarts. “You make this seem easy." “For me, it is." “Wish I was a better cook. You were lucky in your choice of foster parents." Magda shook her head. “Don't get to choose. I was lucky they saw a teenager who could be saved." “Do you miss them?" “A bit, but the bond was rather loose." “You and Damon both had fragmented childhoods." “Guess so.” Magda slid three trays of tart shells in the upper oven and set the timer. Chapter 9 Seven o'clock. Then eight. Damon stood on the balcony and stared at Magda's unit. Nearly nine and she wasn't home. He had to see her. They needed to finish what they'd begin in the stairwell. He had to apologize for demanding to know her plans for the evening and he wasn't sure he could force the words out. He'd begun this affair as a lark. Now, he feared what pulsed between them was more than raw and sensational sex. His fears focused on a resolution he might never be ready to embrace. He wanted her--plain and simple. What they shared was lust--mutual and fulfilling. Was a continuance too much to want? The lure of making love with Magda remained so strong, he wondered if holding onto her had become an obsession. Not only did he have to fight her reasons for walking away, he had to fight himself. Never marriage. His attention span for women in his life didn't even match that of his oft-married parents. Four months had been the longest length of any of his affairs. Marriage was a trap. His parents and too many of his friends had married and a few years later

divorced. Not Ben and Lin. Nearly five years of marriage and they still enjoyed each other's company. Looked like their marriage might last. Still, he wondered if it would endure the stress of a child. Magda knew about marriage and divorce. Was her experience with her ex why she wasn't ready for anything close to permanent? Did her fears go deeper? Nothing lasts forever. She'd said that. Though he had to admit she was right, he wished she wasn't. And he wished she hadn't pushed him away. He didn't like walking away from the best sex he'd ever experienced and from a woman who'd found a place inside him where he didn't want her or any other woman. He strode to the kitchen. Couldn't hang here forever. Maybe he would hit one of the local watering holes. Pick up a babe and--He couldn't bring her here. Magda lived next-door. He reached for a beer and put it back. He didn't want food or drink. He wanted Magda naked and beneath him. He walked to the bedroom and flopped on the bed. Though he'd changed the linens, her scent permeated the sheets. He tucked his hands beneath his head. What could he do to break this crazy spell she'd cast over him? A few minutes later, he bolted upright. That was the answer. Had she locked the balcony screen he'd unfastened that first night? If she hadn't, she'd return home to find an unexpected guest. He frowned. Sure hoped she would be alone. He strode to the balcony and raised the screen, leaned across and tugged on hers. When the screen lifted, he chuckled. Magda, you're in for a surprise. When he had enough room to wiggle onto her balcony, he looked around. Clouds hid the moon. The lawn separating their building from the next was empty. Wouldn't do to have a neighbor report him as a burglar. He grasped the railing of her balcony and slid across. Once inside, he walked to the doors leading inside. If they were locked, he would have to dream up another scheme. They opened. With a soft laugh, he crossed to the living room and sat on the couch. * * * * Magda finished the last of the tarts and lined them on a tray. They joined the mini cheese cakes and chocolate mousse cupcakes in the fridge. “Done." Linda looked at the array of desserts. “Good thing the party's tomorrow. There isn't room for much more. Good thing I had those cooling racks you used to separate the layers." “Don't let Ben sample anything." “Why not?” he asked. “You've already had one of each kind and I'll break your fingers if you touch.” Magda lifted two shopping bags. “I'll do the salads at home. You'll need eight bowls. I'll be here around four to make the appetizers." “Think about staying for the party,” Linda said. Magda shrugged. “I'll see.” But she wouldn't. Ben took the bags from her. “Why not? Once people taste the food, you can start a new career." “Right. One with no benefits.” She strode to her car and slid into the driver's seat. Ben put the bags on the other side. When Magda reached the garage beneath her unit, she stayed in the car.

Damon hadn't been in the foyer, but would he be waiting upstairs? She hoped he finally got the picture. He matched her on every level but one. She loved him. He didn't love her. That hurt, but if she continued seeing him, she would be devastated when he walked away. She grabbed the bags and trudged upstairs. The hall was deserted. She wasn't sure if she felt sadness or delight not to find him here. She opened her apartment door, stepped inside and gasped. “What are you doing here?" “Waiting for you." She set the bags down. “How did you get in?" “Balcony door wasn't locked. The screen nearest my place was unlocked." “So you played cat burglar." He rose. “Do you realize what a chance you took? I could have been a real thief or worse.” He stalked toward her. Magda couldn't force herself to move. “There's never been a burglary or any other crime in the estates." “Doesn't mean there can't be.” He grabbed her shoulders. “Don't ever be so careless again.” His mouth descended on hers. Magda savored the sensations flooding her body. Fool. She jerked away. “What is wrong with you?" “I was worried." She shook her head. “You're being ridiculous.” She strode across the room and onto the balcony where she latched the screen. On her return, she bolted the door. “Now, are you satisfied?" “No." “You can go." “Tell me you want me to leave." “I want you to leave.” Fortunately, she did. If he didn't go, she might do something she'd regret. He shook his head. “Then tell me you don't want me." “You know I can't." He grinned and tugged her closer. “Tell me you want me as much as I want you." “It's not that.” Tears filled her eyes and spilled over. Couldn't he see what he was doing to her? The ache in her chest grew stronger. Would a confession be the only way to make him leave? “What's wrong?" She pressed her forehead to his shoulder. “Everything. I've fallen in love with you. It will destroy me. Go before I make a fool of myself. When my ex walked, I was

hurt. My feelings for him were a shadow of what I feel for you. Go. Please go." “Why should love destroy what we have?" “Think of what will happen when you decide it's over. You'll walk away. I need to end this now." Though he cared for her more than he ever had for a woman, how could he offer what she wanted? How could he promise forever when they both knew forever was a lie? “I wish ... I wish things were different." Her tears became sobs. He patted her back. “Love, don't cry. I'll go.” He couldn't say he loved her when he didn't know what the word meant. His parents had talked about being in love with each of the succession of mates they'd married and divorced. He didn't want love. “I'll go." He kissed the top of her head and inhaled her scent. He wanted to carry her to bed and make love until her tears stopped. Make love? How when lust was what he felt? He released her. “Night." He closed the door behind him. What now? Walking away was the hardest decision he'd ever made. Once inside his apartment, he sprawled on the bed. Why had this happened now? His women had always been chosen by mutual attraction. With Magda, the currents had been the strongest he'd ever felt. Since the first night, his desire for her had been constant. Not love, just an obsession. Why couldn't she be like the other women he'd been with? Why had she fallen in love? He groaned. Why couldn't he be like his parents and consider marriage a game? Were his parents engaged in a perpetual search for someone who fit them perfectly? He'd never asked and he wouldn't now. Might upset them if they thought their constant dance of changing partners had messed him up. He wanted to toss Magda over his shoulder and carry her to some secret place. Keep her there until--What? He wanted to pleasure her until she promised she would never leave. He sat up so quickly his head banged against the headboard. Did that mean he loved her? No way. Love never lasted. A frown tightened his forehead. Maybe what he'd thought of as lust was love. He shook his head. He hadn't wanted any of his other affairs to last. If he didn't find the answer soon, he might lose what he'd never thought was possible. Love and marriage.

While rubbing his head, he strode to the bathroom to shower. He wouldn't sit here and brood. He needed to test this new idea. First, he had to see if another women would divert him from Magda. Maybe tomorrow night, one of the single nurses would catch his eye. Why wait? He dressed and grabbed his keys. Wasn't late, especially for a Friday. The bars would be jumping. He parked on the street near Jolly's. He'd heard this bar mentioned as a good meeting place. He pushed open the doors, paused in the doorway to let his eyes adjust to the dim light. Loud music, laughter, voices. A pair of dark-haired women sat at the bar. He noticed an empty stool between them. “This place taken?" The one on the right looked up. Her tongue rode across her lips. “Now it is. I'm Bev. You're new in town." He nodded. “Damon." The brunette on the left laughed. “Oh, I like that name." Bev leaned across and her breast brushed Damon's arm. “Honey, you like every man's name." “And you like every man. My name's really Honey.” She put her hand on Damon's arm. The clashing perfumes made him cough. He signaled the bartender. “Buy you a drink?" “Wine spritzer for me,” Bev said. Honey leaned closer. “Rum and cola." Damon slapped a twenty on the bar. “Whatever's on tap is fine for me.” He looked from one woman to the other. Not bad-looking, but for some reason, he wasn't interested. “So what do you do?" Honey leaned forward. “Teach and summer's nearly over. Soon it'll be back to the grind." “I'm at the hospital in medical records,” Bev said. “Aren't you the new cardiologist?" Damon nodded. Here it comes and here I go. Honey stroked his arm. “I like doctors. Come dance with me." Bev laughed. “Maybe he's taken. I have heard rumors." Damon turned. “Who's the lucky woman?" “Let's see. A woman you knew in the city. Someone who lives in your condo complex." “Interesting." Honey grabbed his hand. “Let's dance. I can help you forget those rumors." The music changed from fast to slow. Honey moved until she was plastered against him. She didn't stir him one iota. Once the song ended, he walked back to the bar.

Honey followed. Bev was gone. “Let's find a table and get better acquainted,” Honey said. “If you want something later, we could consider your place or mine." Damon scanned the room. “Why don't you find that table and I'll bring refills?" “And some noshes." “Sure.” Once she wended through the crowd, Damon turned to the bartender. “Send Honey a rum and cola, some noshes and my regrets.” He handed the man another twenty. “Need to head to the hospital." Damon strode to the door. This diversion had failed. Was he going crazy? Honey had been willing, even eager. Problem was, she wasn't Magda. He'd thought he could stay away from her. He could but would take some time for desire to die. **** Damon tucked the blue shirt into the black casual slacks. Ben had said not dressy, but no jeans. Damon grinned. Ben had let slip that Magda would be there. Could make for an interesting evening since several unattached nurses had been invited. Damon grabbed his car keys. It had to be better than last night's fiasco at the bar. A groan escaped. He couldn't believe he'd walked out on a woman who'd sent the right signals. He had and all he'd been able to think about was Magda's tears and her confession. He parked on the street near his cousin's house, making sure he chose a spot with escape potential. He would corner Magda, just to talk, his head said. For sex, was his body's response. As he strode up the walk, he saw her car parked at the end of the driveway. Looked like she didn't plan to be trapped either. Great minds. They were so much alike. Why did she think she'd fallen in love when he hadn't? Would that argument work with her? When he entered the backyard, he scanned the clusters of people. Where was his quarry? Ben spotted him. “Over here. Some folks you know and some you don't. Beer and soda are in the cooler. Wine and the hard stuff are on the bar. Get a drink and I'll take you around.” He leaned closer. “Your groupies came alone so you've a choice. Blonde or redhead." Damon shook his head. “Where is she?" Ben laughed. “Tell you later. Intros first." Damon opened a beer and snagged cheese and crackers from a platter. Ben led the way through the groups of guests.

Damon greeted the doctors and nurses he'd met at the hospital and was introduced to their spouses. Several of the women eyed him with an interest he didn't return. There was only one woman he wanted to see and she wasn't in evidence. One of the doctor's wives pulled him aside. “Are you busy next Saturday?" Damon shrugged. “Not sure." “We're having a little dinner party and one of the men couldn't make it. Our daughter's home from grad school." “I'll let you know." Lin placed a tray on the table. “Damon, good to see you. Want a crab puff before Ben sees them?" He took one. The subtle flavor drew him into memories of dinner with Magda the night he'd arrived in Rivertown. He felt his body stir. His shaft hardened. “Where is she? Ben won't say." Lin arched a brow. “Does she have a name?" “She made these." “Are you sure? Maybe I did." He laughed. “I know the level of your kitchen skills. Where's Magda?" “You've got it bad." “What are you talking about?" “You've fallen for her." “Not the way you think. Where?" “Kitchen." He grabbed another puff and several other appetizers. As he strolled to the house, Lin's laughter followed. She was sort of right, but lust was what he felt. He stood at the kitchen door and watched Magda pull a tray from the oven. As soon as she placed it on the counter, he entered. The screen door slipped from his hand and banged. “Salads and meats are ready to go. This is the last of the appetizers." “Am I the maid?” he asked. She whirled. “What are you doing here?" “It's my party." She pointed to the yard. “The gathering is there. Shouldn't you be socializing with the other guests?" “Not when the person I want to see is here." She opened the refrigerator and put platters of meat on a tray. “Give it up. Go find someone your own age." “I tried. Want to hear about last night's attempt?" “Not particularly." He straddled one of the kitchen chairs. “This is what happened after I left you." “I don't want to hear. Don't make me regret my offer to help Linda and Ben.” She filled several baskets with rolls. “When I first met you, I thought you were a chef or a

food critic." “What do you want?" He laughed. “To be blunt, I want to be in you, on you, beneath your body. I'll take you any way you'd like." “Not going to happen. It ended last night. Make yourself useful and take some of the food outside." He filched a slice of beef and popped it into his mouth. “Delicious. Would it have made a difference that first night if you'd known I was a doctor?" “Definitely. Would have been no dinner or dessert." “Even with the heat between us? We nearly set the building on fire." She backed away. “That we did. Looks like we had a short and glorious run. You're the wrong man for me. I want too much and you don't want enough." “Are you sure?" “Very." “Are you saying we're not attuned to each other?" “No." “We're the same people we were then. Why are you afraid to let this run its course?" He backed her against the counter and grasped her shoulders. His mouth met hers. She responded the way she always had. When he released her, he gazed into her passion filled eyes. “Do we really want different things?" “Last night I told you why this was wrong for me.” She shoved against his chest. He staggered backwards. Tears burned in her eyes. “Just go away." “Magda." “Go, please. I cried last night. I don't want to cry again." “What can I do?" “Go away and leave me alone." “All right.” His shoulders slumped. The screen banged. “Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt,” Linda said. “We're finished,” Magda said. If I don't get out of here, I'm going to make a scene. “Food's ready to go." “Great.” Linda picked up the tray of meat and a basket of rolls. “Ben's on the way. “Damon, take this tray and I'll bring two of the salads. Mag, you can bring some of the other things." “On my way." Before Magda left, Ben arrived. She pointed to the table. “Can you manage the tray of salads? I'll bring the basket of condiments." “You going to join the party?” he asked.

She shook her head. “I'm going home. Desserts are in the fridge." “Stay." She gripped the back of one of the chairs. “Too much food preparation. This afternoon, I nearly spilled my guts. Still feel queasy." “Eat something and you'll feel better." “Maybe.” She wasn't sure whether the nausea was caused by Damon or a bug. “See you Monday. I'm going home. Can't take a chance on being sick so close to vacation." He patted her shoulder. “Take care." “I will. By this time next week, I'll be enjoying a frosty drink and maybe a moonlight lover." “You headed to your usual place?" “Where else?" “We had fun those ten days." “And you found love." “That what you're looking for?" “Hardly.” Once again, she felt the rise of tears. She'd found a love that had turned out to be the one way kind. She grabbed the basket of condiments and followed Ben to the buffet table. One of the older doctors draped an arm around her shoulders. “Just arrived?" “Been here most of the day. Cooking." “Make desserts?" She laughed. “Fattening ones.” She saw Damon with the young nurses. “Looks like our new doctor's enjoying himself,” Dr. Pierce said. “Or heading into trouble.” Magda moved away. “Better fill your plate before your wife sees." “Good idea." Once he'd moved away, Magda slipped from the yard. She slid behind the wheel of her car and drove home. At the condo, she undressed and crawled into bed. She felt sick and tired. Bad timing. She couldn't be ill, not with vacation less than a week away. She drifted to sleep. Several hours later, she woke and staggered to the bathroom to see if she had anything for nausea. Finding nothing, she went to the kitchen and brewed some tea. The hot liquid calmed her stomach. She glanced at the calendar and frowned. No. Impossible. Late. How? In a rush, she returned to the bathroom. She pulled a pink container from the shelf, flipped it open and groaned. Five pills remained. She couldn't be. They'd used condoms. But not every time. She slumped against the sink. Why now? All those years when she'd been married, they'd taken no precautions. She hadn't conceived. Now what? Magda knew what she should do, but not tonight. She turned on the television and curled in a blanket. You've done it this time. * * * * On Monday morning, Magda dragged herself to work. She'd spent Sunday on the couch. To her surprise, Damon had left her alone. When she reached CCU, the nurse manager

pulled her into the office. “Where were you Saturday? Thought you'd be at the Tatum's." “I was for a bit. Then a stomach virus hit." “No fun." “Better believe it." The nurse manager pointed to the blonde and the redhead at the desk. “Wish you could have seen those two in action. Poor Dr. Blair. They blitzed him." Magda chuckled. “Imagine he can hold his own. Seems flirting is his second nature." “There's flirting and all out attack." “Who won?" “Neither. He was still there when they left. Wise man. Choosing one would have caused him trouble." Magda frowned. “Maybe he was meeting one of them later." “Could be, but I don't think so. They were cool to him when he made rounds this morning." “Any problems pending." “Nary a one." Magda opened the door. “I'd better move." “Why don't you go home?" “Can't afford a sick day. Friday starts my vacation. I'll be fine.” She would be as soon as her suspicions were confirmed. She finished rounds and retreated to her office. The rest of the day passed in a blur. On the way home, she stopped at the store and made a few purchases. At home, she put the pregnancy test kit on the table. Here goes. When you don't want something to happen, it did. She entered the bathroom and read the directions. Let's do it. Moments later, she stared at the strip. What now? She couldn't tell Damon. He'd made his position about children and commitment absolutely clear. Not for him. She waited for some home-made frozen soup to heat and considered her options. If she stayed, he would learn. If she liquidated her assets, she could survive for a year. She had no intention of forcing Damon into a sacrificial marriage. She intended to have the baby, but could she handle being a single parent? Her thoughts rode a merry-go-round. She finished her soup. She would think about

this tomorrow. That notion brought a spate of laughter headed toward hysteria. Chapter 10 Damon slipped into CCU and scanned the area. Avoiding Magda had become a challenging game. She seemed to materialize everywhere he went. He'd become adept at ducking around corners and darting into rooms. Even then, he couldn't stop watching and wanting her. She looked pale. Ben had mentioned a stomach virus. Damon wanted to believe his partner, but what if she was seriously ill? On Thursday at lunch in the hospital cafeteria, Damon chose a table in the far corner of the room. Ben put his tray down. “Why here? Hiding from someone?" Damon shrugged. “Just wanted to be alone." “I'll leave." “Don't." “What's eating you?" “Personal matters." Ben grinned. “One of your parents is getting married again and he or she wants your approval." Damon shook his head. “As of now, they're each in the honeymoon phase of their current partnerships." “Then what? I'd like to help." “It's private." Ben's beeper went off. He hurried to the phone and moments later, returned. “New patient. Fifty-four years old. Male. Acute chest pain. Can you take this one? Asked for me, but he's an old friend." “Will do. Where is he? ER?" “Mark Greeley. I had him sent to CCU and put on a monitor." Damon rose. “I'm on my way." “Finish your lunch. They'll be a few minutes getting him settled." Damon sank back. “Guess he's not in that much distress." “The pain subsided after the nitroglycerin. No longer in tachycardia. They'll buzz if there's a problem." Damon finished his lunch. Instead of taking the elevator, he took the stairs. He paused to listen for voices. He heard some, but not Magda's. At the desk in CCU, he stopped. “New admit. Greeley." “212.” The nurse at the desk pointed to the patient's monitor. “Couple episodes of tachycardia since he arrived, but his rhythm is steady now." Damon studied the screen for abnormalities. “I'll see him.” He reached for the chart. “Get the results of the initial blood work. I'll write orders after I've examined him.” He strode down the hall and paused at the partially open door. Was that Magda he heard. He peered into the room. “Mark, good to see you, but I'd rather it was somewhere else."

“Me, too. Come give an old man a hug." Magda's laughter grated on Damon's nerve endings. “You're not old." “You look tired." “Been pushing a bit. Today's my last before vacation." “Where you headed?" “You're asking when you're the one who recommended the resort all those years ago." The patient chuckled. “Ah, the singles’ haven. Sun, surf, beautiful men and women. Wish I could join you." Damon put his hands on the door. He'd heard enough. He started to enter the room. Magda held the man's hand. “Wouldn't do you any good. I'll give you a call when I return. I need some advice." “About what?" “Tell you when I get back. I'm considering a change." “A man?" “No way." Her response irritated Damon. How could she just brush off the passion between them? “If I were a single man, I'd be at your door,” the patient said. “I've a new partner about your age if you're interested." “Maybe when I return." Damon saw red. How could she? Hadn't she said she loved him? Could she turn it off so quickly? He wondered if she'd pushed him away because she might meet a man while on vacation. Thoughts of Magda and another man made him grit his teeth. He wanted exclusive rights to her body. What he felt went beyond lust. He couldn't promise forever, but he could give her years. He pushed the door open. Magda was lip-locked with the patient. The door banged against the wall. “How professional, Ms. Malone,” Damon said. Magda turned. “Old friends deserve special attention, Dr. Blair.” She met Damon's gaze with an icy glare. “What about new friends?" “If the friendship exists.” She brushed past Damon. “Mark, I'll call. Get well fast. Give Sonya my love." “I'll be waiting for your call. Have a great time and think about meeting my partner." Damon approached the bed. “Mr. Greeley, my partner asked me to see you.” He dropped the chart. Papers fell to the floor. He gathered them and jammed them into

the metal chart back. “Do you and Magda have some kind of conflict?” the patient asked. Damon sucked in a breath filled with her scent. “Just a difference of opinion." “She's a wonderful woman who has had some bad breaks." “I know. We're neighbors and friends." Mr. Greeley smiled. “That's odd. She usually avoids doctors. Thought Ben was the only exception." “I'm working on her prejudices.” Damon found the history and order sheets. “Tell me why you're here." “Chest pain." “Show me where and describe what it felt like." “It's sharp. It took my breath away. First I thought of indigestion but it kept on.” Mr. Greeley rubbed his chest and right shoulder. “Heart was racing. The medicine they gave me helped." Damon did a physical and took the man's health history. “I'll check your lab results and order some other tests. Once the results are in, Ben and I will decide on a course of treatment." “Bypass surgery?" “Only if indicated." “Guess it's your call. Word of advice. Go easy on Magda. She doesn't need another doctor messing up her life." Damon grabbed the chart. “I've backed off as far as I intend to.” He left the room and handed the chart to the clerk. He looked at the EKG and the initial bloodwork and added several orders. He didn't think the problem was cardiac. The clerk stared at the mass of papers on the desk. “What happened." “Dropped the chart. Have the nurse call the office when the results of the tests are in." “Will do." **** As she hurried to her office, Magda chuckled. The look on Damon's face had been priceless. Why had he been so astonished by a friendly kiss? She and Mark went back seven years. Was Damon jealous? It made no sense and certainly didn't matter now. He had no desire for children. In about nine months, she'd have his son or daughter. She closed her office door. She had to tell him about the pregnancy and how she intended to keep the baby. Not yet. Her eyes filled with tears of joy. A child. A family. Something she'd never dreamed would be hers.

Back to work. She looked at her watch. Two hours and I'm out of here. At three, she left the hospital and drove home. After a quick shower, she dressed, checked to make sure she had the plane tickets and other papers she needed. She put her suitcases by the door. The limousine arrived at four thirty. The driver loaded her bags, then drove across town for Linda. Linda waited at the front door. “A limo. What a great idea." “I didn't want to leave my car at the airport. Besides, moms-to-be should be pampered. “What's on Ben's agenda for this evening?" “Either take-out or bugging Damon to cook. Ben's picking me up tomorrow. Want to ride home with us?" Magda shook her head. “I've booked a room at a hotel near the airport. Early morning flight.” She laughed. “Lord, it feels good to get away." “It's Damon, right?" “On target. I tried to think of him as a fling. I failed." “What do you mean?" “I love him." “Did you tell him?" “Sure did. Didn't mean it to happen. Can't believe I fell into that trap again." “What did he say?" “Not what I wanted to hear. He wants to continue the way we were. I can't." “I think he cares for you more than he'll admit. Are you sure running away is the right thing?" “Hey, I'm going on vacation. You're getting a day and an evening out. Are you sure you can sit through an entire play?" “I'm going to try. About Damon." “I'm not ready to talk about him." **** By the time Damon saw the last patient, he had the results of Mr. Greeley's tests. He tapped on Ben's door and upon entering, tossed the papers on the desk. “He's not cardiac." Ben studied the tests. “Probably gallbladder. We'd better break the news and see who Mark wants to call in. If he needs surgery, Mag will regret not being here." “What's this guy to her?" “Her divorce attorney. He really slugged her ex with a lead

fist." Damon recalled the kiss he'd seen. His hands curled into fists. “Glad to hear that. Were they involved?" “Doubtful. The man's happily married. He and his wife gave her a ton of emotional support." “Want me to see him so you can head home?” Damon rose. “Doesn't take two to give news that's both good and bad." “Why would I want to go home? Lin's gone for the night.” Ben followed Damon into the hall. “Sort of hoped I could persuade you to cook a bachelor dinner." “Lin ran away?" “Sort of. Mag's treating her to dinner, a play and a day at a spa." “They coming home tomorrow?" “I'm picking Lin up." “I'll come with you." Ben arched a brow. “Why tag along? I'm capable of driving in the city." “I need to see Magda. There's something I have to say to her." “She's not coming home with us. She is staying there and catching a plane back on Saturday." Was she visiting her foster parents? “Florida, I guess." “I don't think that's her destination." Damon opened the door into the waiting room. “Then where is she going?" “What's your problem. Last time I looked, Mag was an adult." Damon stared at the floor. “Promise you won't laugh." “Why?" “I want to ask her to marry me." Ben gasped. “Marriage? You? Mag?" Damon nodded. “Looks like I'll need the weekend off. Maybe longer. It'll take at least that long to persuade her. She's stubborn, but I'm persistent." “You planning to invade the spa. I want to come. Should be quite a scene." “Not the spa. Where's she spending her vacation?" “At a singles’ resort." “Which one? I'll go tomorrow and be there waiting." Ben chuckled. “Might work. She goes to La Palmita.” He returned to his office and opened his directory. “Great place. I proposed to Lin there.” He copied a number. “Do you love her?" “Don't you think she should be the first to know?" Ben laughed. “Answered my question with a non-answer. I'll go see Mark. You make your calls. Good luck. Wait ‘til I tell Lin." “Not before Saturday. Knowing my cousin, she'd spill." “Deal. Always like to know

something she doesn't. I'll stop by your place for dinner. You owe me." “Sounds good.” Damon returned to his office and made a series of calls. **** Late Saturday afternoon, Magda left the van that had brought her from the airport. Her fellow travelers hurried inside to register and begin their search for fun and sex. Magda lingered. The sultry air, the fragrance of the lush flowers filtered through her senses. Why had she come? She had no desire for the fun and games the resort offered. She'd take these ten days to relax in the sun, to clear her muddled thoughts and to plan her future. A baby. A single mother . Could she handle the responsibility? Could she give a child security when she felt as if she rode a board on a raging sea? As she entered the glass-enclosed lobby, she felt like someone watched her. She paused and turned a full circle. Three men and two women sat at the bar. They seemed absorbed in an animated conversation. With a shrug, she strode to the counter. The clerk smiled. “Welcome to La Palmita, senorita." “Magda Malone." His smile revealed white teeth and his gaze swept from her face to her chest. “Suite 410.” He handed her a key card. “Please enjoy your stay and should you need anything, just ask.” He motioned to the valet. “Take the bags and show Senorita Malone to her suite." As she followed the valet to the elevator, she almost wished she'd canceled the reservations. And do what? Hang out in the condo and hope for glimpses of Damon? Be totally devastated when he brought another woman home? At least here, she would have a chance to rest and to enjoy her last vacation for who knew how many years. On the firth floor, Magda slipped her key card into the lock and opened the door into a sun-lit sitting room. The valet continued into the bedroom with the luggage. The scent of roses reached her. A vase of deep red blooms stood on the coffee table and another on the wall unit. Her thoughts drifted to Damon and their first dinner. He'd presented her with a single deep red flower. She felt a urge to cry. To change the direction of her thoughts, she handed the valet a bill. “Thank you." “My pleasure, senorita." When the door closed, she stepped onto the balcony. Her suite overlooked the pool. She studied the couples and the singles swimming and sunbathing. A lush garden with hidden bowers surrounded the pool. Beyond, she saw a stretch of sand and the ocean. Could use some sun, she thought. She walked to the bedroom and opened her suitcases. On the dresser, she found another vase of the deep red roses. Don't think about him, she told herself. She would only cry and

tears didn't help. She hung dresses and slacks in the closet. The heavy scent of the flowers increased her sadness. Maybe she should have them removed. She rubbed her abdomen. In less than nine months, she would have a constant reminder of the man who'd captured her heart. A tear trickled down her cheeks. Not now. She hadn't time for sorrow. Soon she would have the family she'd always wanted. An incomplete one. Once she finished unpacking, she sat on the edge of the bed. She felt hungry. For nearly a week, her appetite had been poor. Should she order from room service, have a snack at the bar or at the pool? Dinner was several hours away. She opened the drawer where she'd put her new bathing suits. At the pool, she could eat and relax in the sun. With the red bikini in her hand, she retreated to the bathroom to change. A glance in the mirror made her frown. The suit would certainly gain attention, but she didn't want to attract a man. Not now. Would she ever be ready again? She slipped on the lace cover-up and grabbed the sunscreen. She could always say no. A knock sounded at the door. She slipped on her sandals. “Who is it?" “Room service." “I didn't order anything." “A gentleman did. One of your neighbors. Said in a few minutes, he'll knock on your door. If you aren't interested, you can send him away." Magda laughed. What a novel approach. Had it been one of the men from the van or one she'd seen in the lobby? The men in the bar hadn't seemed to notice her. “I'll bite.” She opened the door. The waiter wheeled a cart into the room. “Tip's been handled. Enjoy, senorita.” He retreated. Magda studied the cart. A bottle of champagne stood in a bucket of ice. She peered under the domed cover. Strawberries, sour cream and raw sugar. Her heart raced. She covered her mouth. He was in Rivertown taking care of patients. Was this his idea of a joke? She was afraid to hope, but a tiny ray nudged her spirits. * * * * Damon stood in the doorway of his room and peered across the hall. When Magda opened the door to let the waiter in, Damon nearly dashed over to push the man aside. A few scraps of red cloth showed through a filmy white garment. He was reminded of the thong. He sucked in a breath. He was primed for action, but he couldn't move at warp speed. The waiter left and the door closed. Damon crossed the hall and knocked. Magda appeared. He fisted his hands so he wouldn't grab. “What do you want?” she asked. “Am I in or out?" “Answer my question." “You. I want you.” He stepped inside and closed the door. “Why?" “Love." “Don't you mean lust?" “Won't deny how much I want you, but desires of the flesh are but a small part of my need.” He breathed in her scent and caught a faint aroma of her desire. “Like the bikini.” What was wrong with him? He had to say the words. She backed away. He pursued.

“Damon, why are you here? I've told you why I can't continue. Don't you see this is tearing me apart?" “I care a lot.” He grasped her upper arms. “Don't do this to me." “I came to make a commitment.” He saw tears in her eyes and felt an ache in his chest. “What? For as long as the fire burns between us." He stepped closer. “How about forever?" Her mouth gaped. He pulled her against his chest. His mouth covered hers. His tongue explored. When he ended the kiss, he met her gaze. “Can't you tell how much I want you?" “Desire isn't enough." “I hate the thought of another man touching you.” His arms circled her waist. “I want to grow old with you. I love you." “But I thought you never wanted a permanent match?" “So did I.” He shook his head. “When I saw you kiss Greeley, I nearly exploded. I learned something. I'm not my father and you're definitely not my mother. I don't have to act like we are. Come, make a home with me." Magda felt like laughing and crying. She ran her hands over his chest. “Damon." “If the doctor's your husband, will you play where you work?" “I might." “Will you live with a younger man who likes older women?" “I could.” His eyes glowed with desire and something that made her heart contract. He opened the belt of her cover-up. “You know, it would be a wise choice. Women live longer than men. I don't want to leave you as a merry widow." She laughed. “You're crazy." “About you.” He pulled a rose from the vase and ran the petals over her face. “One rose for passion. Dozens for love.” He brushed her face with the bloom. “Will you marry me?" “Marriage? Are you sure?” The flower moved over her neck to stroke the swell of her breasts. “Yes." She took the rose from him and touched it to her lips and to his. “Can we talk about this later?" He pulled her closer. She felt his erection rise against her abdomen. Her nipples tightened, her breasts ached. She had to tell him about the baby, “Will you?" “Yes, I'll marry you. First, there's--" His lips cut off her words. His tongue teased and she opened. They moved toward the bedroom. He lifted her onto the bed and lay beside her. She held out her arms.

He pushed one triangle from her breast, tongued the nipple, then drew it into his mouth to suck. The flow of liquid fire caught Magda unprepared for the force. She ran her hands along the muscles of his back. When she reached the top of his brief bathing suit, she slid her hands beneath the cloth. “I want you, I need you,” she cried. He lifted his head. “Forever.” He opened the bikini top, kissed one breast, then the other. “You taste so good." She tugged his suit over his hips and stroked his penis. “Condoms in the drawer." “No need." “How did you know?" The rasp of his tongue and teeth along her belly made her forget the question. He caught the bikini bottom with his teeth and dragged it down, then plunged inside. She drew him close. Their mouths fused and they rocked together. The rhythm grew frantic. Her cry built from a moan and erupted in his name. “Magda,” he shouted. She felt a gush of fluid. He collapsed on top of her. “Lord, that was ... was...." “Oh yeah, better than ever.” He rolled on his side. “I missed you." She turned to face him and tangled her fingers in his chest hair. “Are you sure about the marriage gig?" He stroked her face with a finger. “Very sure.” He stripped off his bathing suit and her bikini bottom tangled at their feet. “When?" He pulled her so they were side to side. “How about tomorrow?" “What about your family? Don't you want them to be there?" He brushed her lips with his. “I don't care. I just want you. How long do you plan to stay here?" “My reservation is for ten days." He chuckled. “What do you say to honeymooning now and the wedding when we return to Rivertown?" “You plan to stay? Aren't you deserting Ben?" He chuckled. “He saw me off yesterday with best wishes. Says Lin has six weeks to go, but if it takes me that long to forget coming back. We'll call them later, but right now, I'm famished." She felt his shaft grow hard. “There's something I have to tell you." He rose from the bed. “In a bit. Be right back.” He wheeled the cart into the room and popped the champagne cork. He poured two glasses. “I can't,” Magda said.

He laughed. “But I've already had my way with you." “I'm pregnant so no alcohol.” She sucked in a breath. Would he change his mind? He sat beside her. “Doesn't surprise me considering how careless we were that first weekend." “Beyond careless. I was so involved in loving you I messed up on taking my pills." He nodded. “When were you going to tell me?" “I hadn't decided. Didn't want to trap you into a marriage and a child you didn't want." He put his glass on the table and pulled her into his arms. “I don't know what kind of husband or father I'll be. I had poor examples. But I promise you I'll try the best I can." “Me, too. I've already failed marriage once." He hugged her. “I think we can give a child the kind of life we never had." “We can try.” She kissed him. “I love you." “And I love you.” He took a strawberry and treated it with sour cream and sugar. “Want to see what we can do with a bit of dessert.” He licked the cream and sucked the berry into his mouth. She nodded and reached for another. “Let's see if you can balance this.” She dipped the berry into the cream and placed it on his erect penis. She bent over him and took a taste. The End Visit www.newconceptspublishing.com for information on additional titles by this and other great authors.