The Secret Seduction. Cathy Thacker Gillen

      “You can’t be serious,” Lily groaned, not sure when she had ever felt so shocked and embarrassed, as Carson McRue and his assistant exchanged astonished looks.

      Heart racing, she pushed her hands against Fletcher’s chest—for all the good it did her. Fletcher swept her off her feet and cradled against his chest. The assistant held the door for him and Fletcher carried Lily down the steps. While everyone looked on with unbridled interest—including the townspeople gathered to watch the action, cast, and crew, directors and producers— Fletcher paused in the middle of the roped-off area. Still holding her cradled in his arms, he slowly, ardently lowered his head to hers.

      “Don’t. You. Dare,” Lily warned.

      Chapter Three

      But of course Fletcher did, and when the kiss came, it was just as masterful, just as dangerously uninhibited and exciting as before. Lily moaned in a combination of fury and dismay, luxuriating in the feel of his lips on hers. For the first time in her life, she was with a man who wasn’t afraid to give her the unrestrained passion she craved, and she reveled in the hard, insistent demand of his mouth on hers, the erotic sweep of his tongue, the way he brought his hands up and tunneled his fingers through her hair.

      Lily told herself to resist him. She couldn’t let him think he could do this to her again, kiss her just to put on a show, but there was just something about the way he held her and kissed her that totally destroyed her will. He was just so warm and strong and male, so demanding and yet so giving, too. Despite herself, Lily felt herself melt against him. She had never felt so much a woman nor been as aware of any man.

      Her nipples were tightening almost painfully beneath her dress. Lower still, there was a definite pressure building, a weakness in her knees. The need, the desire, to take this somewhere quiet, somewhere private, spiraled through her body. But that was crazy, she reminded herself firmly. It wasn’t as if she and Fletcher were in love, or could ever be that attached to each other—not with him as deeply cynical and domineering as he was. And she wasn’t the kind of woman who would ever react this passionately out of pure physical need, never mind in front of a crowd of onlookers. But with Fletcher Hart holding her against him and kissing her as if she was already his, that was exactly what she was doing.

      With effort, Lily pulled herself together and put on the brakes. And it was only then when she had come treacherously close to surrendering to him completely that Fletcher let the tempestuous kiss come to a halt.

      Lily told herself she should be furious. But as he released her, heat suffused her and excitement—unlike anything she had ever felt—roared through her. Dimly, she became aware of two things. One, the larger-than-life romance she had been looking for had somehow found her when she least expected it. Not in Beverly Hills or on a private Learjet, but in her hometown of Holly Springs. And two, people were clapping! Hooting and hollering, encouraging Fletcher to take her in his arms and kiss her again. And darned if the son-of-a-gun didn’t look tempted.

      “You are unbelievable,” Lily fumed.

      “Yeah, I know.” Fletcher tipped the brim of his straw cowboy hat in her direction and grinned at her unrepentantly. “You can thank me later,” he promised.

      “Thank you?” Lily echoed, all the more incensed.

      He leaned close enough to whisper in her ear. “For helping you win your bet.”

      Lily blinked, and leaned back, fearful that if their bodies touched they would end up kissing again. “What?” Mirroring him, she pretended an insouciance she couldn’t begin to feel.

      Fletcher acted as if he were imparting top secret information, of the men-only variety. “Men like competition, Lily. I figured if Mr. Magoo—”

      “McRue,” Lily corrected, noting thankfully that if Carson had witnessed any of what had just gone on, he had since disappeared.

      “Whatever,” Fletcher continued with a disinterested wave of his hand. “Just that if he saw you kissing me right out in the open like that it might spur him on to try and stake his claim.”

      Lily glared at Fletcher, wishing she weren’t still tingling everywhere he’d touched her…and even more tellingly, everywhere he hadn’t. “Is that what you were doing?” she demanded in raging disbelief.

      “Yup. Thought it would inspire him to start trying to woo you into accepting a date with him.”

      Lily blew out an exasperated breath and raked her hands through her hair, trying to restore order to the curls Fletcher had mussed with his fingertips. “Carson McRue does not have to woo me.”

      Fletcher looked incensed. “Well, he should,” he counseled her sternly. “Lily. For heaven’s sake! You can’t just give it away.”

      She was going to slug him. She really was. She didn’t care who was looking on. Holding on to her temper by a thread, she pushed the words through her teeth. “I am not giving anything away.”

      Fletcher nodded with mocking approval. “That’s good. Play hard to get,” he encouraged her baldly. “It works with me.”

      “And just so you know,” Lily continued with a regal toss of her head, “Carson did not need your help getting motivated where I’m concerned. He’s already asked me for a date.”

      For once, Fletcher didn’t have a ready comeback. In fact he was silent for so long Lily almost convinced herself he cared whom she went out with.

      “When?” Fletcher asked finally in a low, too casual tone.

      “Tomorrow evening.” Lily smiled at him smugly, glad to see that she at last had the upper hand.

      Fletcher seemed to consider that. “Where?”

      Lily felt her nerves tighten at the ornery look in his eyes. “None of your business.”

      Fletcher nodded, looking grim and almost brooding again. “You’re right,” he said. “It isn’t.”

      That couldn’t be disappointment she felt, could it? Lily wondered as silence fell between them once again.

      “If you don’t care what I do,” she reasoned slowly, searching his face for some clue, “then why did you come over here and cut short my conversation with Carson like that?” Why had he carried her off and kissed her like there was no tomorrow. Lily was sure it hadn’t been just to create a scene.

      Fletcher shrugged his broad shoulders, stuck his hands in the front pockets of his jeans. “Because I thought you might like to say goodbye to N. L. Spartacus,” he said.

      Once again, they were in completely unexpected territory. “Goodbye?” Lily echoed, nonplussed.

      Fletcher lifted his left wrist and glanced at his watch. “The guy from the shelter’s going to be by anytime now to pick him up.” That said, Fletcher turned on his heel and began walking in the direction of the clinic.

      “You’re kidding.” Lily rushed to catch up with Fletcher.

      Fletcher said nothing and continued walking, all the way into his clinic. Since office hours weren’t set to begin yet, the only person there was his receptionist office manager. She flashed a wan smile, seeming to think the same Lily did about Fletcher’s actions.

      “I can’t believe you are really doing this,” Lily said.

      Fletcher looked all the more determined as he went through a stack of phone messages the receptionist handed him. “Spartacus needs a home and a family who’ll love him. The shelter is his best shot for getting adopted.”

      “And if he doesn’t, then what?” Lily demanded, nearly in tears as she rushed into the room where Spartacus was being kept.

      The big yellow lab was lying on his side in the cage, but when he saw them he lifted his head.

      His expression turning almost tender it was so compassionate, Fletcher opened the door and motioned the dog out.