A first for him. He could usually spot the beginnings of a kiss at fifty paces, but here Cassie had been elbow-to-elbow with him and it had still taken him by surprise. Not the surprise of the kiss itself. He knew it was fake. No doubt meant to stop Marla from jumping him right there in the foyer so she wouldn’t “explode.” But the surprise came from the fact that for a fake kiss, it sure packed a wallop. Oh, man. This wasn’t good. Fake kisses weren’t supposed to taste like that. Or feel like that. He hadn’t exactly had a barn full of fake kisses, but Lucky had some pretty realistic expectations in that area. This kiss had shot those expectations to smithereens. “Oh,” Marla said, making her way up the steps. “So that’s how it is.” Cassie pulled away from Lucky, and he couldn’t help but notice that she was breathing a little harder than she had been ten seconds ago.
