''I'm not trying to tell you anything," she replied indifferently, a little disconcerted at his closeness. "I just pointed out you were getting awfully happy." Chandra pushed at his chest, trying to escape.
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"And why shouldn't I be?" he asked brightly, pressing in even closer. "I just landed a hell of a good jobI've got a knockout of a broad'scuse me . . . lady ," he amended, bowing courtly to her, "for a wife. That's enough to make any man happy!"
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"Garrett, you're getting cross-eyed drunk," Chandra told him sternly, trying in vain to push him away.
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"Aw, come on, sweetheart, loosen up. If you're going to be a good wife to ole what's his name . . . Philpott . . ."
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"Phillip!" Chandra corrected curtly.
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"Ah, yes, Phillip! Well, as I was sayingif you're going to be a good wife to ole Phillip, you're going to have to loosen up a little." He dropped his arms down around her waist, pulling her in closer to blend into the lean, hard contours of his body. "What you need, lady, is for some man to teach you how," he said, bending his head down to nuzzle her neck gently.
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"Garrett, stop that," she whispered sharply, his lips trailing light kisses around her ear, sending cold shivers rippling up her spine.
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"Ummmmm . . . you smell good," he sighed, his mouth searching down her neck sensuously. "Why don't you get off your bandwagon, sweetheart, and take a break." His mouth was slowly making its way to her lips.
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"Garrett . . . ummmmmm . . ." Chandra's remark was cut off by his lips as they found hers. She could faintly taste the liquor as his mouth opened over hers, his tongue reaching out to brush gently with hers. For some reason Chandra gave no thought to resisting his kiss this time. On the contrary, her arms came up to circle his neck as she leaned into his strong body, her tongue joining his with a sigh of ecstasy.
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"See how much nicer this is," he murmured in a low, husky growl as his mouth left hers to wander over her eyes, her nose, then back to capture her lips again. His hands were running
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