Casey thought they were like high school seniors who'd made out on their first date, the way they circled shyly around each other the next morning. They bumped elbows and hips in the small motel bathroom, trying to be polite until she finally burst out laughing.

"You'd think we were eighteen." She grinned.

T.J. turned from the sink and cupped her cheeks. "What I feel for you is long past what I had at eighteen, Casey. And much deeper."

Her muscles tensed and she almost ...