Images of Dorie raced into his head again. Sexy, vivid, alluring images that Shane couldn’t block out.

He breathed a heavy sigh and turned his back on her, bracing his elbows against the fence. “You tempt me, Dorie. Making me think of things I got no right thinking.”

“Do I?” she asked softly.

Shane felt her presence directly behind him, her flowery scent lingering in the air. He turned to find her eyes on him. “You know you do.”

Dorie graced him with a slight smile. “I don’t know any such thing. You continue to confuse me, Shane.”

“Well, at least we have that in common.”

Abducted at the Altar
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