Dana fumbled in her purse for her apartment key, distracted by Beau who stood behind her, busily taking her hair out of its braid. Once he had the strands loosened, he placed both hands on her waist under her jacket, leaned down and nibbled on the side of her neck.

"Stop that," she moaned, trying to fit the key in the lock with shaking hands. "Wait until we get inside."

"Spoilsport," he murmured. He did pull his mouth away, just far enough that she could feel his warm ...