The Hottest Ticket in Town. Kimberly Van Meter

that disappointment I see?” he murmured, still crowding her. Hell yes, that’s disappointment, but she sure wasn’t going to admit that and gave his chest a firm push with a scowl. He backed away with a deeper chuckle of amusement, his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. “All right, all right...no need to get prickly. I was just asking.”

      “Go wash up—you smell worse than a pig rolling around in a mud pit,” she told him, which was a complete lie, but she didn’t want him thinking he had her figured out and twisted around his finger. If anyone was going to get twisted, it was Kane. She’d be sure of that. “Don’t spend all day in there, either. I’m starved,” she added on as he walked away.

      “Yes, ma’am,” Kane said with an exaggerated drawl that sent arousal coursing through her body. Once he was out of the room, she let out her breath in a whoosh as she sagged against the sink for a minute to catch her bearings. She’d plainly underestimated the raw, animal attraction still pulsing between her and Kane, even after all these years. Maybe it was stupid to share the same space together, even for a few days. It’d taken her a long time to get over Kane, although if her reaction to him was any indication, maybe she never had.