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She was quiet for several moments. He watched her face as she considered all the possibilities. Even now, the taste of her lips stayed with him, and he wanted more. More of her kisses, more of her smiles. Simply more of Anna.
Perhaps she had other thoughts that could explain the differences in the injuries, or the use of an alternate weapon.
"Why did you kiss me? The other day?" she asked.
Drew felt his brows rise in surprise. "Is that what you were thinking about? I suspected your thoughts were more academic in nature."
She shrugged. "Academic or not, I am still a woman."
"It seemed the thing to do," Drew said with a shrug of his own.
"‘It seemed the thing to do,’" she said, mocking his tone. She frowned. "That’s not a very good answer."
He resisted the urge to smile. Hell, he didn’t know why he’d kissed her. Because the desire to do so had been so overwhelming he hadn’t been able to resist her lips. In fact, he longed to embrace her again, right now. "What would be a good answer?"
"How the devil should I know?" Her hand fluttered to her chest. "I don’t go around kissing unsuspecting people."
"Fair enough. Well then, I kissed you because I wanted to." Perhaps honesty would appease her curiosity. "Because your mouth is tempting, even though you talk far too much."
"That doesn’t even make any sense. Well, the bit about my talking too much, I admit I can be verbose—"
"You’re doing it again," he interrupted her. He leaned forward, toward her chair. "Only makes me want to kiss you again."
She waved her hand. "That’s ridiculous."
"The mere notion of kissing you? Hasn’t any man ever expressed a similar interest?"
A blush stained her exposed throat, marring her lovely creamy skin. Her hand followed the telltale sign of her embarrassment and she fiddled with the necklace around her throat. She swallowed visibly. "I don’t see how that is any of your business. I’m not even certain how we got on this discussion," she said.
"You asked me why I kissed you."
"Yes, and your answer is unsatisfactory. I shall merely have to conclude that you men are a peculiar lot." She pointed at him.
"I’m going to kiss you again, Annabelle," he said softly.
Her mouth opened, then slowly closed. "Right now?"
"Would you like me to kiss you right now?"
"I cannot answer that." She shook her head fervently. "It would be utterly improper."
"You, a lady going to medical school and assisting me with an undercover investigation of a murder? Last night we broke into a government building. Your behavior hasn’t exactly been the pinnacle of propriety."
Her brow furrowed. "That is quite different." Her tongue darted out and wet her lips.
He felt a stab of desire, hot and poignant in his gut. Oh yes. He wanted her. Whatever the reason, logical or not, he wanted her quite badly. Too badly, in fact, for him to kiss her now when his passions were so close to the surface. It was entirely too likely they would not be interrupted, that no one would come along and stop him from ruining her here in his parlor.
"You already answered my question," he said.
She frowned. "I don’t believe I did."
"Oh yes, Anna, you want me to kiss you very badly. Now that I know that, I’m going to make you wait. For a little longer."
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