"Ha ha." She knew they were surrounded by suburbia, and yet it was hard to believe it in here. Craggy rocks and tall pines and oaks were interspersed with patches of high bush and crevasses. They were isolated enough, with no one else around for what felt like miles.

"Mia-"

She held him to the tree, her palms slapping up against the tough, damp sinew of his chest. It shouldn't have turned her on but it did. He did. She had a feeling he could just stand there breathing and he would arouse her. "Listen to me."

"I've been listening to you for weeks," he said. "Want to know what you've been saying? 'Do me, Kevin.' 'Do me and then walk away, Kevin.' 'Don't get attached.' 'Don't try to get to know more.' 'Don't love me.' Well, fuck it, Mia. Whether you like it or not, I've done all those things, and I'm done. Cooked. DOA."

She stared up at him in shock. "You… love me?"

"Have you been paying attention at all?"

Spots swam in her vision, and from far away she heard him swear as he reversed their positions so that he pressed her back against the tree, holding her there with his body. Rain plastered his hair to his head, dripped off his nose, his chin.

"That night at the restaurant… I convinced myself you didn't really, that you couldn't…" She gulped in air, held it.

"Breathe, damn it."

"Hold me. Please-just hold me."

He swore; then his hand skimmed down to the backs of her legs, where he lifted her up. His erection pressed into her, and despite the wet, she sighed in pleasure. "Oh," she breathed, her head falling back against the tree so that the raindrops fell on her face.

"Yeah, oh." He did not look or sound nearly as soft and relieved as she felt, and she lifted her head. His eyes were dark, his face taut, his mouth grim. Angry, frustrated. Turned on.

"Here," she gasped. "Please, here."

"I'm more than this," he ground out. "I have to be more than this to you."

"Yes-God!" She gasped when his fingers dipped between her legs, beneath the edge of her panties. He stroked one long finger right over her while she thunked her head back against the tree.

"We're back where I promised myself I wouldn't g°-"

With effort, she lifted her head and blinked past the now heavy rain to focus his face. "Kevin-"

"Yeah. You know what I think? I think sex with me is safe for you. Short, fast, and damn good." Another stroke and she arched into him. "But when it comes to more, no can do. Wonder why that is, wonder what you're afraid of? That I'll see the real you?" His gaze swept down her body, flushed and damp with perspiration, with rain. "News flash, Mia. I've seen the real you. I've always seen the real you."

Unbelieavably touched, Mia closed her eyes.

"You're passionate, smart, sharp as hell, and damn funny when you want to be. You'd give a perfect stranger a room in your home, even when you don't open yourself easily. Yes," he said when she began to shake her head in denial. "You'd give a friend your entire savings account."

He knew about that? She'd kill Tess later.

"And yet you'd go to great lengths to hide what you think are your faults so that someone who means something to you won't turn away. Goddamn, Mia, do you think I don't know your faults?"

"Well-"

"You're bullheaded, opinionated, and you swear like a sailor."

She squirmed, braced for more, but he shook his head and murmured, "I don't give a shit about any of that. I love you anyway."

The words, uttered with frustration, with anger and heat, with utter bare-soul honesty, made her gasp.

"Yeah," he growled. "And I know that thrills the hell out of you."

She clutched at him, rain falling on her face, his hands in her shorts, still stroking her. "Kevin… I don't know what you want from me."

"You. You, Mia, without me pushing, goading, prodding to find that you beneath your protective layer. Let me in, goddamnit."

"In?" she cried, overwhelmed by the emotion she'd been holding at bay since… since forever. "No one wants in. They want me to be strong, be in charge, they want me to be a team player. But I'm not! Do you hear me? I'm not any of those things really, I'm just me. Plain Mia Appleby, who can put a spin on anything, including a damn fine facade. Don't you get it? I don't know how to let you in." She sank her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip, nose-to-nose with him, furious, upset, and far too close to tears. "I'm giving you all I can, but it's not enough! I should have never brought you cookies that first night-"

"Damn right you shouldn't have," he growled, hands clasped on her bottom to hold her in place. "Or come knocking on my door the next night, and the one after that, looking like sin personified, promising all sorts of things with those gorgeous, wounded eyes, things that had nothing to do with what we give each other in the deep, dark of the night."

The skies let loose then, dumping buckets down on them. It didn't matter; Mia for one was so hot that the rain felt good on her steaming skin. "I want to be enough for you," she whispered. "Just as I am." She arched up, gliding the wettest part of her over the hardest part of him. "Please, Kevin. Let me be enough."

He swore at that, and in the next instant slammed his mouth over hers as he tugged down her shorts and panties, shoved his shorts to his thighs, then lifted her back up to wrap her legs around him. "Hold on to me then," he demanded. "Damn it, hold on."

"I am." She hung there, suspended by time, by his body, by the storm, lost in his possession, in his ragged breathing and the rain pummeling her heated flesh, in the feel of his muscled body, the scrape of his beard, the scent of him, and the wet trees and earth all around.

He slid into her with one powerful thrust, making her cry out. She had no idea how it was always like this between them, a match to dry timber, a moth to flame, every single time. She would die if she didn't have it. Him. No one but him. "Kevin…"

A low, rough, gravely sound of tortured pleasure escaped him, and with the rain pelting down on them, he surged into her, again and again, until with a gasping sob she exploded. She was still in the throes when he followed her over, her name on his lips.

Still quivering, she closed her eyes and just held on, loving the way he had his face plastered to her neck, panting for breath, his arms crisscrossed against her back, protecting her from the bark of the tree, bowed over her body so that the majority of the rain fell on him instead of her.

Even when frustrated, hurt, and furious, he was the best man she'd ever known, and from nowhere the emotions reared up and battered her. She tightened her arms on him, preventing him from stepping free, but he didn't even try. He stayed still with her a long moment, his muscles still quaking, until finally he lifted his head. His eyes were dark and shadowed. "You okay?"

She closed her eyes and pulled his face close, touching her forehead to his. "Yes," she whispered.

"Sure? It was kind of rough." He eased her shaky legs down until her feet touched the ground, and helped her right her clothes. "I'm sorry."

She couldn't speak past the lump the size of a regulation basketball in her throat, so she just shook her head. She didn't want him to be sorry, she wanted-

God. What she wanted.

They walked back in the pouring rain, their fingers entwined. Outside his house, he brought her fingers up to his mouth. "I have to go to work."

And she did not. The wince came out of her before she could stop herself. He squeezed her fingers. "Mia-"

"I'm a big girl, I can handle it," she said. "Besides, I have tons of stuff lined up-" She broke off, looked away, and then back into his eyes. "No, that was an embellishment. I have nothing. No leads, no interviews, nothing. I am unemployed. Completely. All I have is a part of a cookie dough company that looks good in theory but has yet to prove itself. How's that for letting you in to see the real me?"

His smile was slow, and no less sexy for the sympathy in his eyes. "A damn good start. I was getting tired of being a piece of flypaper for the obnoxiously bullheaded and obstinate."

She felt her own reluctant smile. "Obnoxiously bullheaded?"

"Hey, if the shoe fits…"

She laughed, and, God, that felt good.

"So what now, Mia?"

"I don't know."

He looked at her for a long moment. "Let me just lay it out there for you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anything or anyone else in my whole life."

Once again the breath backed up in her throat.

"You either feel that way back, or you don't."

Since she couldn't breathe, she just stood there. Brilliant.

"What's the worst that could happen, Mia, if you go for it?"

"I could screw it all up. I could-"

"Snore?" he asked ironically. "Have stinky feet? Be bad in bed?"

"This is not funny."

"No," he agreed, his smile gone. "It's not. But if we're going to just do this, I want all of it."

"Define 'all.'"

He just looked at her, and she swallowed. "You mean-" She swallowed again. "The whole white lace dress, tacky white tiered cake, complete with a lease on a double-wide?"

"I'm not trying to freak you out, I'm just telling you how I feel."

"Kevin."

Something in her face must have given him her answer, and he stared down at his feet. Nodded. "Yeah." He looked at her then. "Good-bye, Mia."

A sob welled up and she bit it back. If this was really how he felt, it was the end.

The end.