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Blurb: Sometimes even teachers need to be taught a few lessons…

High school music teacher Kate Evans isn't disappointed to learn she'll be traveling with her private school's new symphony conductor to a regional music educator's conference. In fact, spending hours cooped up in her subcompact might be the opportunity she's been waiting for. Finally she'll learn a little bit more about the mysterious man she can't help fantasizing about.

Lukas Krupke firmly believes in treating women like ladies, thanks to his southern upbringing. But when a series of mishaps orchestrated by an unlikely person leaves him face-to-face with lust beyond his wildest dreams, his will to do what is right buckles under the pressure.

Two teachers who've secretly yearned for each other…

Plus a road trip to an unexpected destination…

Equals one lesson neither will forget.

SETUP: High school music teachers Kate Evans and Lukas Krupke are on their way to a regional music educators conference in a neighboring state. But the minute they depart, they hit more than a few zigs and zags in the road...

She peered through the window, her eyes wide as saucers and full of worry. If he could, he'd kiss that worry away, that and the tremble of her lower lip.

"Does it look bad?" she asked after rolling down the window. "I had the car serviced just two days ago. I can't believe this is happening!"

"Can't tell yet. You have a rag or napkin?"

"Let me see." She turned, rummaged through the glove compartment, and handed him a fast food napkin. Her fingers brushed his as he took it, but the touch didn't last nearly long enough. "Will that do?"

Not at all, but we'll get to the good stuff later. "Yes, thanks." He checked the oil. Twice. It was bone dry. Damn! He slammed the hood closed and folded himself like a contortionist to fit back into the car. "You have no oil."

"How could that be? It was changed."

"They must not have put the oil pan plug in tight enough. At least that's my guess."

"Then we can't drive to the rest stop?"

"Not if you want to have an engine left by the time we get there."

"Oh." She stared straight ahead, and he had to fight the almost irresistible urge to gather her into his arms and kiss away every ounce of worry. She drew in a deep breath, and he watched her chest rise, her breasts becoming more prominent. He spied the faint point of a nipple through her blouse's silky material.

Damn it! Stranded by the side of the road, and all he could think about was the woman's tits! Get your mind out of the gutter, pal! "I have a cell phone."

"Oh!" She smiled. "I almost forgot. I have an auto club membership. I've had it for years but never used it." She hesitated, pointing at the glove compartment, which at the moment was behind his bent knees. "Uh...the card's in there."

"No problem." He turned his body toward her and lifted his knees a bit. "I think I can get it." He fumbled with the latch, but it didn't release.

"Sorry. It's a little temperamental." Before he had a chance to reach behind his back, open the door, and climb out of the car and out of her way, she leaned over him.

That was it. Sheer torture!

God help me! I can't be held responsible for what I'm about to do. He closed his eyes and inhaled. Damn, she smelled good. Fresh, like spring. Clean and feminine. He felt her breath heating his cheek and reflexively turned his face toward hers. Each heartbeat pounding out a breathless moment in eternity, he leaned forward until he felt the softest touch to his mouth.

"I...uh..." she said, her lips brushing softly over his as she spoke. "I" She neither pulled away nor deepened the kiss. Instead, she remained very still.

He didn't have the self-control she evidently possessed. The urge was too great for any man to deny. The woman of his dreams, the one he'd been secretly fantasizing about since the day he'd met her, was here, alone, so close he could taste her.

It was now or never, and he liked the sound of now.

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