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push him over the edge. Anticipation of tasting her again made his mouth water, and he closed the gap between them.
    At first neither of them moved when he pressed his lips to hers. The shock of electricity paralyzed them momentarily. Then as her arms lifted and urged him closer, hunger overcame him, and he pulled her tightly into his arms. One hand pressed her hips against him and the other captured the back of her head. The warmth of her mouth, the heat of her tongue scorched him, imprinting the taste and feel of her on him forever. A wave of pure, unadulterated lust washed over him, hardened his body as he pressed his hips against hers. His heart rattled in his chest and the ice that had held it captive for the last three years shattered.
    Jeannine slowly pulled back, but her arms remained locked around his neck and her breath came in soft gasps against his skin. Shocked surprise widened her eyes. “Oh, my,” she whispered, and licked her swollen lips.
    Miklo pushed her hair back from her face, then hugged her to him. “Oh, my, is right. You have no idea how good that felt.”
    “Actually, I have a pretty good idea myself.”
    Jeannine laughed, and the sound warmed him. He needed to hear the sound in his head and in his heart again, to live in it and allow it to dwell within him again.
    Miklo squeezed her once more and then tucked her against his side as they returned to his car. “I’ll take you home, and then go check on Roberto.” Though reluctant to leave her company, he knew he had to. This unexpected attraction was happening so quickly, he was a little off-kilter. He needed a little time to think, to figure out how to feel about it. To decide if he should pursue it or walk away.
    “My car is at the hospital, so you can drop me off there.”
    “Right,” he said, his thoughts skipping ahead. “It’s been such a strange day, I’d forgotten that I kidnapped you from the hospital just this morning.” Weird, how time had a way of stopping at the most unexpected of times.
    “Will you call me if there’s any change in his condition?” she asked as they walked back to his car at the museum.
    “I will.” He pulled out his phone again. “Give me your number,” he said, and entered it right into the phone as she recited it for him. “I’m sure he’s going to be fine. Might have a few bumps in the road, but he’s a really strong and healthy kid.”
    “He just looks so fragile covered in bandages.”
    “I know. They all do.”
     
    After checking in with the intensivist on duty, Miklo drove to his house. The Spanish Mediterranean style house had been a place he had once loved, bringing a sense of the ocean into the desert. Once filled with laughter and joy when it had held the promise of afamily, now it was just a really big place in which to sleep and eat.
    A hot shower and an omelet satisfied some of his baser needs, but a lingering restlessness prevented him from settling down for the night. Sitting home on a Saturday night wasn’t his idea of a good time, but it had somehow become his norm. Weekends were for family. Since he was no longer a husband and almost a father, weekends had become torturous for him. His three brothers tried to include him, but there were times he couldn’t face the love and understanding of his family. No one blamed him for not being there when Darlene had been killed. The Greek culture seemed to have a built-in understanding of tragedy.
    The phone rang, pulling him from his maudlin thoughts.
    “Hello?”
    Rapid Spanish flowed into his ear, instantly setting him on alert. After a short, tense conversation, he knew he had to go. His help was urgently needed. When his friends called, no matter what the problem, he did what he could to help them. They would do the same for him if he needed it. The loyalty of his friends and family meant everything to him.
    After a second’s hesitation, he rang Jeannine.
    “Hello?”
    “Jeannine, it’s Miklo. I need your help. Are you