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eyes, he smelled like chocolate. It had to be some kind
of trick, she thought before she stopped thinking. When
she finished with him, she saw her own smile reflected
on his lips.
"I'm hungry." Lily slipped her hand into his pocket. "Do
you have anything to eat?" She trapped the candy against
his taut abdominal muscles.
He squirmed as if he were ticklish. "Can we do this in
private?"
As far as she was concerned, the rest of the Hothouse
was nothing but rumors and mist. "We can do whatever we
want."
She expected some kind of cortisol and epinephrine boost
when she ate the chocolate but all she felt was the
lingering warmth of his kiss. It was only when he
lowered his head slowly, deliberately, to her corsage,
that her blood began to pound. He filled his lungs with
her scent. "Nice," he said, "but I prefer the real
thing."
"Hey look," she said, "our badges have already changed
...."
He covered her mouth with his, filling her world in all
directions. He certainly knew how to sell a kiss. She
brushed her fingertips across his cheek and he pulled
back and rubbed his cheek against hers. "You like to
hear me say your name." He nuzzled her ear. "Don't you?"
He was whispering. "Lily?"
"Yes," she said. "Oh, yes."

She told him about getting an A- in Professor Graves
Anatomy class where twenty students failed and he told
her about the time he'd hit a grand slam off Chico
Moran, who was now the number two starter for the
Dodgers. She'd done her pre-med at Michigan State and
he'd played shortstop for a season and a half with the
Red Sox's farm team in New Britain, Connecticut before
blowing out his knee sliding into third. It was the
worst moment of his life; hers was when her father died.
He was twenty-six, she was twenty-five. She warned him
she wouldn't eat artichokes or buffalo or anything with
peanut butter in it. He'd never had an artichoke. He
bragged about the time his mother sold a watch to Vice
President Blaine and made the six o'clock news. Her
mother had never worked, she'd stayed home to take care
of Lily and her two sisters and drink blush wine. Lily
was the youngest, Steve was an only child. She
complained about Marja's shoes. He hardly ever saw his
best friend because he caught for the Colorado Rockies.
He made her tell him about Glenn who was at Johns
Hopkins now studying gerontology because that was where