Gotta Have It. Lori Wilde

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      He knew what she thought, because he was thinking the same thing. If simply kissing her in a vortex could cause such a euphoric sensation, what in the hell would happen if they were to make love in one?

      SHE HAD TO REGAIN CONTROL of the chaotic emotions jumbling inside her. Simultaneously, Abby felt ecstasy and fear, bliss and dread. But she refused to show Durango her confusion. Her father had trained her well. Never reveal your weakness to your enemies.

      And Durango was indeed her enemy, because with just one kiss he threatened to smash to smithereens her carefully ordered world.

      Maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing, whispered her high-spirited Gypsy blood. Maybe your uptight, insular world needs destroying. And hey, maybe you would quit sneezing.

      Abby shook her head. She didn’t know if it was the vortex or Durango or a deadly combination of both, but she would not allow herself to disintegrate over one little kiss.

      One little kiss? Ha! More like the kiss of the millennium.

      Knock it off. Get it together. You’re Judge Archer’s daughter, so act like it.

      You’re Cassandra’s daughter, too.

      Abby ignored that thought, smoothed the wrinkles from her linen shorts, squared her shoulders and glanced over at Durango.

      “I think we should go check on Tess,” she said evenly, and started past him for the trailhead.

      Durango reached out and snagged her elbow, stopping Abby in her tracks. “I think we should talk about what just happened.”

      “Nothing happened.”

      “Dammit, don’t shut me out. Not again.”

      “Please remove your hand.” She glowered at him.

      He let go and stepped back. “Are you going to be like this for the rest of your life?”

      “Be like what?”

      Even though his hand was gone, she could still feel the imprint of it on her skin. Already she was feeling that swoopy, looping out-of-kilter sensation in the region of her heart—she used to feel it whenever she was around him and she didn’t like it.

      Not one bit.

      “Dead to life,” he said.

      “I’m not dead to life.” Did he really believe that? “I just don’t choose to put my feelings on parade like some people.”

      He reached up to stroke a strand of her hair. “Admit it, Angel. You’re afraid of your passion. Even your nose knows it.”

      “Stop calling me Angel.”

      “Why? Because it makes you feel something?”

      Yes. Precisely.

      “Because I’m not that silly little seventeen-year-old who was once so infatuated with you.”

      “You weren’t infatuated with me. If you’d really cared about me, you wouldn’t have sided with your father and mine against me when you knew in your heart I shouldn’t have gone to jail.” His tone hardened.

      Lovely. Now he was getting angry. She didn’t want to fight with him. There was no point rehashing the past. They’d both made their choices.

      “Don’t try to put this all on me. You gave me an ultimatum, Durango, and hey, news flash, you did vandalize your stepmother’s business.”

      “And you know why I did it.”

      “It was still wrong.”

      “That’s the reason I started calling you Angel,” he growled. “Because you’re so damned perfect. You never get mad or hurt or do stupid things like the rest of us.”

      “I get hurt plenty. I hurt when you left town and never came back. Just because I couldn’t go with you, it didn’t mean I didn’t want to.”

      They stared at each other, the past a shimmery ghost between them. Abby realized what was wrong. They’d had no closure. No true ending to the relationship that had budded hot but never bloomed.

      Well then, have a fling with the man. She could just hear Cassandra egging her on. That should give you plenty of closure. And whew! Can he kiss. Do it, Abby, do it. Mend fences.

      No. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

      Why not? Too chicken? Too afraid you can’t handle the likes of Durango Creed?

      Argh! Why couldn’t she get her mother’s irreverent voice out of her head?

      “We have unfinished business, you and I. That kiss said it all.” Holding her gaze, he leaned in close.

      “It was the vortex, remember?” She stiffened and tried to the ignore the distinct tickling sensation between her legs.

      “And like I told you, the vortex gives back what you bring to it.”

      “What are you insinuating, Durango?” Her heart skipped a beat.

      What if? What if? What if?

      He reached out and cupped her cheek with his palm. His fingers were warm and strong. How easy it would be to get swept up in the past. “What I’m saying, Angel, if you’re interested, is that I can show you how to unearth your passion.”

      Go ahead, say yes. Just have a fling and get Durango out of your system once and for all so you can get on with your life.

      She gulped. She was in over her head and drowning in ebony eyes that could send a girl straight to hell.

      “What precisely are you suggesting?” she whispered.

      “An adventure.” Durango’s smile was wicked to the core. “To broaden your horizons.”

      She shifted her weight. She was already getting antsy, wanting to kiss him again.

      Could the affair start now, please?

      She wanted him so badly she was practically panting. But was this the right thing to do? What if she really was like her mother? What if, once released, there was no putting the genie back in the bottle?

      “You’re worried,” Durango said, “that this adventure will change you in some elemental way.”

      “Yes.”

      “There’s no getting around it. Once you taste the thrill of passion, you can’t go back to being the way you were before.”