As reluctant as she was to acknowledge it, Vivian had been dancing with the devil tonight. God help her. She'd been toying with herself, with Seth, with the situation. Enjoying the heat of their chemistry and the spark of their banter and the sheer electric thrill of the potential that always seemed to arc between them. Wondering what would happen if they got naked again, skin to skin, and if the payoff would be worth the risk.

And Seth had called her bluff. He'd read her signals and gone for it. He'd interpreted those signals to suit his own agenda--which, let's face it, was pretty basic and predictably male and not that different from her own. She could still feel the echoes of her panic, it had been that strong, that instinctive. That revealing. She lifted her head and stared unseeingly out the windshield. It was time to be honest with herself. She still had a thing for Seth.