Free A Case of Love by Wendy Stone

khaki pants and a dark blue Henley tee shirt, left with only one button buttoned completed her dress. She slid on a pair of sandals and then put on a hint of makeup, brushing out her curls and she was ready to go. A quick spritz of perfume and she left her room just as someone knocked on her door.
    It was a completely different looking Hawk that stood outside the door. He'd shaved, getting rid of the grungy, bad boy look that hadn't been too hard to look at on him. She opened the door, accepting the bouquet of daisies he handed her.
    "How did you know?” she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.
    "That you liked daisies? It was easy. You're too eclectic to like something as mundane as roses.” He glanced around her apartment. “Daisies were the obvious choice."
    She smiled, taking them over to the counter and filling up a vase with water to put them in. “So where are you taking me tonight?"
    He raised his eyebrows, smiling mysteriously. “I'm not telling. By the way, I have to say I'm impressed by your will power."
    "Will power?” she asked frowning. “What are you...ahh yes, I didn't jump on you to find out what you learned today."
    He nodded, a grin lighting up his face. “Now I wouldn't mind if you jumped on me, not at all."
    "But you aren't going to tell me anything,” she finished for him.
    "Nope, I can't really. But I'll make you a promise,” he said, coming into her small kitchen area and backing her against the counter. He cornered her, resting his hands on either side of her waist and bending close. “I'll let you know first when I can tell the press something."
    "Aw,” she almost purred. “You know the way to a little journalist's heart.” Her hands rose to his face, pulling him down so she could kiss him.
    It was a slow tasting, a testing of the waters, their lips barely opened, brushing lightly, clinging gently. He slid his hands over her back, drawing her closer until she was pressed against him, his head turning to take the kiss deeper, sliding over her mouth with definite intent.
    She was the first to lick at his lips, a delicate nudge with just the tip of her tongue, teasing him. He hummed his pleasure against her mouth, letting her control the kiss, enjoying her playfulness.
    Mackenzie could have kissed him all night, the pleasure he was giving her had her blood pumping, her heart racing and a pool of need starting in her loins. He tasted like mint and a bit like coffee, but under it was a spicy heat that was strictly Hawk.
    She felt his hands on her hips, holding on to her as he lifted his head. “You taste so good,” he whispered, nibbling at her lower lip. “But if we don't get out of here, we won't make our reservations."
    "I could live with that,” she sighed.
    "Nope,” he growled, pushing away from her with a chuckle. “I've put a lot of thought into this night. So come on, milady, your chariot awaits.” He bowed, his hand sweeping out with a flourish. He held his arm out for her, waiting while she grabbed her keys and purse and locked her door.
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    Chapter Five
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    Gravel crunched underneath her sandaled feet as Gideon drew her towards the loud sounds of the place he'd chosen for their date. Music blared into the night, screams seemed to come from everywhere at once, children laughed and cried, and voices rose, as men shouted loudly to draw attention to themselves. Smells assaulted her nose, popcorn and French fries, fried cakes and hotdogs, cotton candy and candied apples. Lights flashed and flared, colors bright and festive in the dark of the night.
    "An amusement park?” Kenzie asked, feeling his fingers twine in hers.
    "Oh yeah, what better kind of place is there? You can almost feel the excitement in the air.” He turned toward her suddenly, lifting her around the waist and spinning with her. “How do you feel about roller-coasters?"
    "Is that before or after we eat?” she shot back at him, earning a big grin.
    "Come on.” He tugged at her