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If she leaned down and stretched out her hand, she could touch Luke's shoulder. Catherine wanted to
touch him so badly her fingernails tingled. Her heart sped up and her palms felt slick on her soda can. She
imagined sliding her hands up his back, drawing his half naked body against hers. She imagined Luke
blocking out the sun as he angled his head to kiss her, imagined his mouth touching hers&
Imagined him wanting her.
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Not like the last disastrous time she'd kissed him, nine years ago. She'd almost knocked him to the floor
in her exuberance. What a naive fool she'd been. Of course he'd been repulsed. Even inebriated, she'd
known how appalled Luke had been. After several Keystone Cops moves, Luke had managed to
extricate himself from her rubbery hold with a firm, no-nonsense grip of her shoulders. Then he'd yelled at
her. Or had she thrown up and then he'd yelled at her? She shuddered at the memory.
But that was then, this was now. Luke wasn't going anywhere. She wasn't feeling cool linoleum under
her bare feet, but the solid wood deck. She wasn't a beer-giddy, euphoric seventeen-year-old. She was
stone cold sober.
No time like the present. Her heart did an anticipatory jig in her chest. The can made a little popping
sound as she squeezed it too tightly.
"Okay. Which of you is the best kisser?" she asked into the heat-induced silence.
"I am," both men said in unison. Luke lifted his glasses off his nose, opened one eye and squinted up at
her. "Why?"
"Because I think I need kissing lessons."
"Good idea," Nick said, using a water-filled plastic spray bottle to spritz his legs and chest. He gave
Catherine a wink of approval. She kept her expression bland.
"Bad idea. Bad, bad idea." Luke scowled at Nick. "She does not need kissing lessons. Don't encourage
her."
"Gee, I'm sorry you don't approve." Catherine peered at him over her sunglasses. "But I'm serious here.
This is a skill I want to master. I've heard kissing can be taken to a fine art. I've had the sloppy kind, the
dry kind, the icky kind and pretty much everything in between. I want to be taught by the best. So I can
even the playing field. Who's it going to be?" She avoided looking directly at Luke while she spoke, lest
she chicken out.
"We'll both teach you, Catherine," Nick said. "You'll have the advantage of learning from two masters."
"Forget it." Luke sat up. He had the imprint of the towel on his sweat-sheened chest. "Women are born
knowing how to seduce. We should be teaching her what to expect and how to resist. Martial arts.
That's what we should be teaching her, for heaven's sake! Besides, Cat's not having two men stick their
tongues down her throat one after the other. That's gross."
"Oh, thank you for sparing me that. Sticking your tongue down my throat? If that's how you two turkeys
exhibit finesse, I'd rather kiss a frog."
"No frogs in saltwater." Nick reached for his shorts lying on the deck under his chair. "If you learn from
a master, you won't waste your time kissing a bunch of horny toads. Hey, old son, I'll flip you for it." He
took a coin out of a pocket.
Luke look horrified. "You can't flip a coin for something as intimate as a kiss."
"Sure we can. Remember Jennifer?"
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"That was different."
Knowing the coin Nick held was double-sided, Catherine hid a smile. "Oh, just ignore him and flip it,"
she instructed Nick She shot Luke a glance. "If I don't mind, why should you?"
"Call." Nick prepared to flip.
"Forget it." Luke scowled. "Neither of us is teaching Cat anything. When the right man comes along, he'll
do all the teaching she wants. Until then, keep your grubby lips to yourself, Stratton."
"Catherine?" Nick asked.
She shrugged. "If Luke doesn't want to help, then I'd welcome any pointers you can give me. Thanks,
Nick."
Nick gave her a sexy, dimpled smile and held out his hand. "Stand up, sweetheart, and let's see what I
can do."
"Stay right where you are, Cat."
"Don't be such a grouch." Catherine rose, stepped over him and took Nick's hand. "Okay, how should
we do this?"
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