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know of. But you did hit on me,” he said easily. “I said no.”
    Evie had a hazy memory of wondering if she could convince him to change his mind and sleep with her. She might even have spoken the words out loud. And if that was as bad as her mouth had come up with, she considered herself lucky.
    But then Wes went on. “You made several passes, actually.”
    Evie mentally winced, shifting nervously in her seat. “I’m sure you didn’t take me seriously.”
    Wes had never taken her seriously, and the barely restrained humor in his expression was proof enough that things hadn’t changed. It was the same look he’d had on his face when he’d come to the police station that fateful prom, trying to smooth things out with the cops.
    She hadn’t asked him to come. Instead, petrified and in need of support, she’d called her brother, because she’d long since given up on her father. But when she’d gotten no answer, she’d phoned Wes’s cell to find out where Dan was. Wes had been the one to show up first and wait with her, lecturing her about the dangers of drinking too much. Keeping her company until her furious brother had arrived.
    And she’d hated that she’d disappointed Dan so thoroughly.
    She pushed back the memory and slowly let out a breath. “How hard did I hit on you?”
    Wes’s expression revealed nothing. “Are you sure you want to know?”
    “Yes, I do.”
    “Let’s see.” He set his paper aside and shifted on the bench to face her, unmistakably enjoying the current state of affairs. The tension in her stomach increased. “You praised my ‘finely honed athletic body.’”
    She refused to cringe, although the memory of squeezing his biceps resurfaced, and she hoped to God that was all the touching she’d done.
    He shot her a mock serious look. “And in answer to your question: the pool.”
    She lowered her brow, staring at the gorgeous eyes, the beautifully masculine face. “What question?”
    The most unusual place he’d ever made love to a woman? How she could best put an end to her current humiliation by drowning herself?
    “You asked me how I maintained my droolalicious physique.” His brow crinkled in suppressed humor. “Your word, not mine.”
    “I’m sure a Harvard grad would never use such a phrase.”
    He looked as if he were fighting to maintain a serious expression.
    Gaze steady, he went on. “You offered me a night I would never forget.”
    Heat speared her gut and moved lower. Maybe she was better off not knowing what she’d said. But now that she’d asked Wes to share, he appeared to be really warming up to the task.
    “And then there was the mention of kitchen utensils,” he said.
    She coughed hard and sat up straighter, her mind racing. “Kitchen utensils?” Her voice sounded embarrassingly husky. “What kind of kitchen utensils?”
    “Pastry brushes,” he said. “For the chocolate sauce.”
    She’d never been that creative.
    His mouth twitched, as if biting back a smile. “Cheesecloth in lieu of handcuffs.”
    Her heart slid into third gear.
    “And my personal favorite,” he said, the amused flicker in his eyes growing stronger. “The spatula.”
    The words sent her pulse into overdrive. When the rest of his expression didn’t budge, she tipped her head at him, a glimmer of suspicion taking root. The pause was awkward for Evie, but apparently not for him. And who would have guessed Wes Campbell had a devilish side?
    Bastard .
    Wes went on in a brisk, businesslike tone, as if reciting the latest financial figures of the Dow Jones Industrial Average. “But my favorite part of the event was when you promised to let me keep your Hello Kitty undies as a souvenir.”
    The underwear she’d been given as a gag gift. But she would never, ever demean the ridiculous panties, or any other article of her clothing, to the level of a “souvenir.”
    Would she?
    She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you teasing me?”
    The faint smile was breathtakingly sensual,