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Courtney parked right in front. She shut off the engine, then sat there, her head resting back against the seat. Staring up at the stars, she sighed. What was she going to do about Edward Perkins? There was something about him that really got to her, allowed her inhibitions to drop away.
The scene she was sure they made at the table, the dance, the kiss outside the restaurant, then climbing onto his lap in the parking lot, was certainly not the behavior of a Senator’s daughter and one who was close to delivering a dissertation. It if hadn’t been for the gunfire, she didn’t know if they would have made it to his hotel room.
Shots. That had her scrambling out of the Jeep, reaching behind the seat and grabbing the box of flowers, then making her way into La Casa. The darkened entryway to
