His hands glided into the silky curls at the nape of her neck and urged her closer. Drugged by the sweet wine of her kisses, he forgot that he was playing a game. He couldn’t get enough. His hands began to move, tracing her body, flowing over her with the soft tenderness of a love song. Where was the victory? she wondered. Where was the sense of conquering the enemy, vanquishing the opponent? They couldn’t be lying on the hard ground of the soccer field. Some trick had transported them to Eden. She was woman; he was man. She was his Eve; he was her Adam. Together they were discovering romance. Good Lord, she didn’t have time romance! She pushed away, and Dan Albany stopped kissing her. She didn’t know whether to thank good manners or Divine Intervention. “Quitting the field so soon, Doc?” “Not quitting the field.” She stood up on legs that felt wobbly. Still, she managed a triumphant smile. “Just quitting while I’m ahead.” “You are?” He rose with easy grace and cupped her face, turning it this way and that, studying her with the thoroughness she used on bacteria under a microscope.”Is that a blush I see?”
