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She wanted it. Deep inside her most secret heart, she wanted it all.

Then came the squeal of brakes, the angry pulse of gritty rock and roll.
And an impatient shout.

"Jesus Christ, are you all nuts?" Joshua Templeton leaned out of his car
window, scowling at the trio. "Get the hell in the car."

"It's not raining yet." Laura stood. She eyed Josh first. He was her
senior by four years, and at the moment he looked so much like their
father at his crankiest that she wanted to laugh. But she'd seen who was
in the car with him.

She wasn't certain how she knew that Michael Fury was as dangerous as
any summer storm, but she was sure of it. It was more than Ann
Sullivan's mutterings about hoods and troublemakers--though, to be sure,
Margo's mother had definite opinions on this particular friend of
Josh's.

Maybe it was because his dark hair was just a little too long and too
wild, or because of the little white scar just above his left eyebrow,
which Josh said Michael had gotten in a fight. Maybe it was his looks,
for they were dark and dangerous, and just a little mean. Like a greedy
angel's, she thought as her heart fluttered uncomfortably. Grinning all
the way to hell.

But she thought it was his eyes. So startlingly blue they were in that
face. So intense and direct and intrusive when he looked at her.

No, she didn't like the way he looked at her.

"Get in the damn car." Impatience shimmered around Josh in waves. "Mom
had a fit when she realized you were out here. One of you gets hit by
lightning, it'll be my ass."

"And it's such a cute one," Margo added, always ready to flirt. Hoping
to make Josh jealous, she opened the door on Michael's side. "It'll be a
tight fit. Mind if I sit on your lap, Michael?"

His gaze shifted from Laura. He grinned at Margo, a quick flash of teeth
in a tanned, hollow-cheeked face. "Make yourself at home, sugar." His
voice was deep, a little rough, and he accepted the weight of a willing
female with practiced ease.

"I didn't know you were back, Michael." Kate slipped into the backseat,
where, she thought sourly, there was plenty of room for three.

"On leave." He flicked a glance at her, then looked back at Laura, who
still hesitated at the car door. "I ship out again in a couple days."