Dinah hit her palm to her forehead. Woody, you

fool Remember him? The man you re driving thou-

sands of miles to find? She was after the black-

tongued devil himself. But every time she tried

bringing Woody s devilish face to mind lately, it

turned out to be Seth smiling at her with devil s-food

eyes and turning her insides to chocolate pudding.

It was only proximity. And similarity. She reminded

herself constantly that Seth and Woody were related

in more ways than one, and none of them good.

She didn t really want Seth. Shoe couldn t. She was

an intelligent woman who knew better than that.

Like she knew better than to put salt on her corn on

the cob, butter on her popcorn, or mayonnaise on

her ham sandwich. But she reached for those things

every time, and if Seth were in front of her now she d

be pulling him to the dance floor, rubbing her face

in his all-natural chest and wrapping herself around

him like a twist-tie.