The man she wants is the one she must deceive. Seattle Steam Book 2 Christy Wallace may be a respectable Seattle Spanish teacher, but she's got a sultry side. She lets it come out to play during the summer, when she moonlights as a Salsa dancing instructor. Sexy, cowboy Adam wants more time with her than just a fleeting cup of coffee, but she makes it clear that if he wants her, he'll have to sign up for dance class. Amazingly enough, he does. And Christy finds herself falling for a charming country hick with hands as fast as his feet. Adam's no hick, though. He's the owner of Adam's Apples, the fastest-growing cider business in eastern Washington. To his own surprise, one night with her has him thinking in terms of forever. That is, until he walks into a restaurant for a family lunch-and finds Christy on the arm of his brother. Is there a logical explanation? Or is something rotten in Seattle? Warning, this title contains the following: explicit sex, graphic language, dirty mechanical bull riding, and the violation of blueberries. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. "I'm a little surprised to see you here," she finally said. "I didn't think you'd want to have anything to do with me after..." He stopped, turning to face her as she trailed off. "After this morning." Adam tilted his head. "What makes you think I want anything to do with you?" Ouch. She swallowed hard. "You're here." "So I am." He walked over to her futon and sat down, lifting up the carton of ice cream. "I came to hear what you had to say." Ah. So he did want an explanation. Now was her moment. She took a deep breath. "I'm not really..." She faltered and bit her lip. Say it! "Nate doesn't..." She closed her eyes. God. She couldn't do it. Maybe Nate was completely out of line, but she didn't have the right to do this to him. To out him like this. "Nate doesn't what, Christy?" She opened her eyes again and shook her head. "Never mind." Adam picked up the spoon and took a bite of her ice cream. Oh God. Her eyes narrowed on his mouth. That was so erotic. Watching him lick the spoon that she'd so recently had her lips wrapped around. Was she drooling? Christy shut her mouth. "Last night," he murmured. "Things got pretty intimate between us. Don't you agree, darlin'?" "I--you could say so." Those lips. That tongue. Intimate was an understatement. "I would most definitely say so." He scooped another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Her heart raced as she watched him sitting on her futon, licking her spoon. This morning he'd been licking other things. She shook her head. Get a grip, horny. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" What was he doing here, anyway? Any other man probably would have taken a good look at his situation and written her off as a two-timing bitch slut. A good conclusion, if her situation had been legit. Adam set the ice cream back down and looked up at her. "I was just thinking that you probably had your side of the story." "My side of the story?" she repeated. Oh, Lord. He was still giving her a chance to redeem herself. A way to explain her way out of it? Why? Why did he care so much? If he was the type of guy Nate said he was, he should be happy he'd been given an easy out. "You must have had your reasons for going to bed with me when you already had a boyfriend." "Oh, that." Her laugh tinkled artificially. What the hell did she say? "Yes, that." Christy looked at him, really looked at him. Despite his light tone and casual demeanor, he was seriously pissed off.