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pulled her closer. Her body touched his from breasts to thigh.
    "Jarrod, what are you doing?"
    He leaned closer to her. Heat drenched Catherine. She wanted to move back, and she didn't want to at the same time.
    "I'm going to convince your sister this is real."
    He kissed her. Catherine froze. Jarrod had never kissed her before. He'd hugged her once or twice, kissed her cheek or her forehead. Once they'd been under the mistletoe and kissed briefly, but he'd never made any move that she could construe as sexual. Yet his mouth felt good. Catherine relaxed. She stepped closer, putting her arms around his neck and angling her mouth to fit his, her body to match his. Jarrod's lips were soft when they touched hers, yet sensation as prickly as electrical shock arrowed through her all the way to her toes. Her breasts grew heavy, her nip­ples pointed, and she felt herself growing wet. Jarrod lifted his mouth, but only for the second it took to resettle it and deepen the kiss. His arms around her crushed her to him.
    Catherine couldn't believe how she felt, how he made her feel. Jarrod's tongue pushed past her teeth, seeking entry to her mouth. Without hesitation she welcomed him inside, welcomed the gentle wave of ecstasy that washed over her like a warm waterfall. Her tongue mated with his. She played the dance with him, feeling the chipped tooth that was to her credit. She felt they were alone in the world, with nothing about them except the deep, dark jungle with all its emerald beauty and the echo of silence.
    Jarrod's arms clamped around her, drawing her into intimate contact with the full length of him. She felt every part of his body while his mouth worked magic on hers. Catherine was caught in a downpour of sensation, wanting to move closer to him. Her hands moved over his back, caressing him as they descended lower and lower. When she reached his waist, he lifted his head. Catherine's entire body could have been made of rubber. Jarrod folded her into his arms and held her close for a few seconds. He must have known how she felt. Then he stepped back.
    He stared down at her. She couldn't move. Looking up at him, she saw the desire in his eyes. She wondered what hers looked like to him. Catherine had changed in his arms, lost her sense and her mind, she thought.
    Audrey cleared her throat, and Catherine suddenly remembered they weren't alone. Her head snapped toward her sister and she stepped back, out of Jarrod's arms. Catherine's body suffused with heat. She felt like a child caught doing something wrong, and tattle-tale Audrey was there to make sure the world or her parents knew it.
    The look at Audrey's face, bathed in wide-eyed surprise. Catherine could see this complication wasn't something Audrey had planned when she haphaz­ardly threw them together.
    "I thought you two were just being antisocial," Audrey said, finding her voice, which seemed a little higher than usual. "I came to see if either of you needed a referee, but I guess it was a wasted trip."
    Jarrod moved behind Catherine and put his hands on her shoulders." Not entirely, Audrey," Jarrod said.
    Catherine was too tongue-tied to try to speak. Her mind was foggy. Her legs were weak, and she could still feel Jarrod's mouth on her tingling lips. She felt hot, both from Jarrod's assault and with embar­rassment that she could feel so intimate with someone she didn't particularly like. And to have a witness. One who would no doubt recount everything to her mother and half the population of Newport. The smile on Audrey's face told her that much.
    "We don't need a referee, but we'd like you to be the first to know," Jarrod continued.
    "Know what?" Audrey looked to Catherine for an answer.
    "I'm talking about a wedding, Audrey." Jarrod spoke first. Catherine couldn't find her voice, though she hadn't planned to answer her sister. "Cathy and I are getting married."
     
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    Five minutes later it was show time. Audrey didn't ask them if they wanted to announce