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to any part of town. Stay tuned to WCBX for future developments….”
    Sam wore a tight, resigned smile and absently rubbed the back of his neck. “Looks like we’re in for a long night.”
    Indeed it did, and there was no time better than the present to make it a little more interesting.
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    S AM LISTENED TO THE DJ douse his futile hopes about having the power restored one more time and felt himself lose a little more resolve where Delaney Walker was concerned. The spaghetti strap that was supposed to be on her shoulder had slipped down during dinner, and whether she’d noticed this or not, Sam couldn’t begin to know.
    He only knew that he had noticed and his blood had reacted accordingly—it had immediately pooled back into his groin, giving him a whopping hard-on he didn’t have a prayer of controlling.
    He’d kept his plate in his lap the entire time and had almost sent his omelette flying into the floor when she’d casually licked her lips a few moments ago. His dick had jerked so hard, it was a damned miracle it hadn’t burst right out of his jeans.
    Despite the sexual torment, conversation had flowed easily between them. For reasons he didn’t care to ponder, this disturbed Sam. He wasn’t accustomed to enjoying talking to a female he wanted to sleep with. Those conversations tended to begin with a little sexual innuendo and quickly segue into the X-rated, both in dialogue and in action.
    Strangely, Sam had been able to simply enjoy talking to Delaney while his thoughts had morphed into a serious porn flick with them cast in the starring roles. It was nothing short of astonishing and, quite frankly, he didn’t know what to make of it.
    â€œAre you cold?” Delaney asked, breaking into his turbulent thoughts.
    Perplexed, Sam frowned. “No. Are you? I could get you another blanket.”
    â€œNo, I’m fine. I was talking about you.” Smiling, she leaned over and rubbed his arm. “You’ve got goose bumps.”
    And now his goose bumps had goose bumps, Sam thought as his entire body reacted from the inside outto her merest touch. He sucked in a slow breath. Shivery heat roiled through his limbs, affected every single cell in his body. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Literally blew him away. Who needed electricity or even a generator? One touch from her generated enough energy to light up the world, or at the very least, his. His scalp was tingling again and the gnashing need he hadn’t been able to subdue seemed to have taken on a life of its own.
    The word “quickening” buzzed like a pesky fly around his brain, but Sam refused to consider it. This was lust, dammit, plain old-fashioned lust—not some supernatural Martelli phenomenon he didn’t even believe in. Damn dramatic Italians.
    Annoyed with himself, Sam finally manufactured a forced chuckle. “I’m fine. Just caught a little chill.” That might go away if you’d take your hand off my arm, Sam thought, though he doubted it.
    Delaney finally withdrew her hand, but curiously she seemed to have moved a little closer to him on the couch. One of them had gravitated closer, and given the way he seemed intrinsically drawn to her, he couldn’t rule himself out as the culprit.
    Delaney shifted closer and raised the quilt. “Here, share my blanket.”
    Panic seized him. It was inevitable, he knew, and yet he still hesitated. “I can get another—”
    â€œDon’t be silly,” she said briskly. She spread the blanket over him and settled in against his shoulder.Her scent and warmth immediately engulfed him. Sam closed his eyes against the onslaught of sensation, prayed for divine intervention. Her naked thigh burned through the thick fabric of his jeans, practically branding him in the process. His mouth managed to say thank you while his mind screamed fool.
    â€œAh,” she sighed, wriggling