&quot;I DON&apos;T THINK EITHER ONE OF US GOT THIS OUT OF OUR SYSTEM…."Jack Granger&apos;s reference to a few stolen kisses haunted Abby Walsh. For being with him and his daughter made her feel like a penniless kid with her nose pressed against the toy-store window. Everything she&apos;d ever wanted was right in front of her, but still completely out of reach.Well, Abby could hardly complain; the man was only keeping his promise–keeping their relationship casual. Still, Abby felt a sexual thrill she couldn&apos;t ignore. And she&apos;d caught enough heated glances and heard enough strangled sighs to suspect he was suffering as much frustration as she was. Phooey. She&apos;d never been this attracted to anyone. Ever.But there was no future for them. End of story. Right?If only it were that simple….

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