He moved to block her path to the door. She whirled with a laugh and headed the other way. He followed, methodically letting her elude him while corralling her steadily toward the darker shadows in the back.

He soon had her trapped in a corner with another table between them. They stood facing each other, their hands on the table, her breathing labored. His heart pounded in response.

"Ready to give up?" he asked, knowing that would egg her on.

"You don't have me yet." Her eyes shifted back and forth, but he already knew her pattern. She feinted every time, alternating the direction. This time it would be right then left. He waited for her to break. The second she did, he vaulted over the table and landed behind her just as she turned and collided with his chest.

"Gotcha!" His arms closed about her as she shrieked. Another quick move, and he had her wrists pinned to the small of her back. "Give?"

"Never." Her chin came up, her face flushed and glowing. Amusement faded as awareness grew, awareness of her body trapped against his, her heart beating against his chest. Her breath fanned over his chin as her gaze dropped to his mouth, then lifted back to his eyes.

Unable to resist, he lowered his head and touched his lips to hers. Possessiveness filled him as he took her mouth, claiming her as his own. His catch. His mate. He tilted his head, telling her with a kiss the things he wanted to voice, You're mine, Maddy, mine. Forever. With a moan, she arched into him until her soft belly cupped his arousal. The thought of taking her there in the darkness, against the table, filled his head. He tried to shake it, knowing it was ludicrous-they had a gallery full of people a short distance away, and unresolved issues to settle-but the idea took hold and grew.

Maybe this was the way to blast through the barrier between them. He'd show her what he felt. What he wanted.

Maddy moaned as he turned her so her back was against the table. He released her wrists and wrapped his arms about her, holding her tightly against him.

Lifting her hands, she cradled his face. Her fingers stroked his cheeks, grazed their joined lips.

Everything inside her went soft with wanting. She'd missed this so much. Missed him. She returned the kiss with every ounce of pent-up longing trapped inside her. She needed to talk to him so badly, but when his body pressed into hers, rational thought evaporated, leaving only raw emptiness aching to be filled.

"Maddy? Joe?"

They both froze. Maddy's eyes snapped open to find Joe's startled eyes staring back at her. Reality returned in a dizzy rush. They broke apart with a gasp.

Juanita turned toward the sound, then whirled away. "Oops. Sorry."

Maddy checked her clothes and hair. Everything was still in place, thank God. "D-did you need me out front?"

"There's two men from Taos I want you to meet. They own a gallery and are interested in handling some of your originals."

"I'll be right there." As soon as her heart stopped pounding. Glancing sideways, she saw that Joe's breathing was as ragged as her own. What had they been thinking to get so carried away?

"Take your time. No rush." Juanita started to move away, then stopped. "Oh, Joe, Mama asked me to tell you she was too tired to stay."

He cleared his throat. "Does she want me to drive her home?"

"No, she already left. She said you could get a ride back to the camp with Maddy."

"My mother left?" he nearly shouted. "Without me?"

"Joe, it's all right." Maddy patted his arm, confused by his reaction. "I'll give you a lift back to camp."

"You're missing the point." He turned to her with something akin to anger in his eyes. "My mother is driving. By herself. On a dark road."

"So?"

"The woman can't drive. Especially not at night."

"But-" No, that wasn't anger she saw. That was fear. "If she can't drive, why does she own a car?"

"Because she refuses to admit she can't drive."

"Joe, surely you're overreacting." Maddy tried to rein in her own mounting concern. "She wouldn't have taken off if she didn't feel competent. She'll be all right. Don't you think?"

"I don't know." He pulled a mobile phone from his pants pocket. "Why don't you go on out front? I'll join you in a minute."

"Come on, Maddy," Juanita said. "I'll introduce you to Dale and Rick."

Maddy started to argue, but Joe was already dialing and Juanita was heading back to the gallery.

Chewing her lip, Maddy followed Juanita, but her thoughts stayed with Joe. If anything happened, it would be all her fault. She was the one who'd come up with this as the way of getting Joe alone. But Mama had agreed so readily, the thought that her driving might be a problem hadn't even come to mind. And why would it? Her own parents were still young, so age issues were new territory. Still, she should have thought of it.

She chastised herself for the next several minutes, as Juanita introduced her to two older gentlemen who were both striking but in entirely different ways. Dale, with his height and silver hair, had a cultured manner, while his partner, Rick, had a stocky build and ruddy complexion. Learning that Rick was also an artist made his brimming enthusiasm for her work even more welcome. Between his praise for her art and Dale's flattery for her personal charm, the two men soon had her laughing and glowing, even while part of her mind remained fixed on that back door.

"Rick does fabulous abstracts," Juanita explained.

"I'd love to see some," Maddy said with genuine interest. Rarely had she felt such an instant affinity for anyone.

"I know!" Rick said, lighting up. "We'll have a show for you. Then you can come to Taos and stay with us. We'll introduce you around."

"An excellent idea," Dale agreed. "We haven't closed the resort for a party in ages."

"Resort?" Maddy cocked her head.

"Rick and Dale own a wonderful resort and health spa in the mountains," Juanita put in.

"Well, the resort is more Dale's area," Rick added. "It keeps him from going crazy now that he's retired. So, you'll come, then? Spend a few days?"

"She'd love to," Juanita answered for her. "As for the show, give me a call so we can discuss which originals to send."

"Fabulous." Rick shook Juanita's hand, then kissed both of Maddy's cheeks. "You, dear, are a doll. I can't wait for everyone to meet you."

"Thank you," Maddy said, feeling a bit dazed.

"A true pleasure." Dale kissed her hand, making her blush. "We'll be in touch."

When they were out of earshot, Juanita grabbed her arm. "Oh my God! Rick and Dale are throwing you a show and a party!"

Maddy frowned. "Who were those two?"

"You don't know?" Juanita laughed. "I forget you're new around here. Dale's a former movie executive. He and Rick have been together forever and know lots of people in Hollywood. Their parties are famous. Once or twice a year, they close the whole resort for a few days so that actors and artists and musicians can play in private. I can't believe you got invited."

"Me either." Maddy raised a brow.

As soon as Juanita moved away, she dismissed the whole interlude. She may have been instantly taken with both men, but people said things at art shows all the time that never happened, like, "Darling, we simply must do lunch. I'll call you next week." Add Hollywood to the equation, and the party invitation definitely fell into the not-gonna-happen category.

Joe came through the door and headed toward her. "Okay," he said, "I couldn't get Morn to answer her phone, but that's not surprising. She's always forgetting to turn it on or charge the battery. Plus, she could be out of a service area. So I called Harold. He's going to call me back as soon as Mom gets there so I'll know she made it."

"Unless…" She bit her lip. "Would you like to leave now? Maybe we can catch her, and you can drive her the rest of the way."

He considered the idea, then shook his head. "No. You need to stay here, and she's probably fine. The one saving grace is she's such a bad driver, people see her coming and get out of the way."

"Are you sure?" She touched his arm.

"Sort of." He chuckled dryly and squeezed her hand. "I'll be better once Harold calls back, but I'm okay."


The next hour passed with Joe pacing the gallery, checking his watch every few minutes. When the show finally wound down to a few of the rowdier guests hanging around the food and wine table, Maddy joined him. He was standing by Juanita's desk, staring out the front windows. "Still no word?"

"None. And she definitely should be there by now."

"Maybe you should call Harold again."

He checked his watch. "You're right." He pulled his phone out and dialed. "Sarg, any sign of my mother?" He listened for a minute, then his eyes bugged out. "What do you mean she's been there fifteen minutes? Why didn't you call?" He listened some more. "No, I told you to call me when she got there. Not if she didn't." He rolled his eyes. "I'm not biting your head off." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay, fine. Thank you for keeping an eye out. I appreciate it."

Signing off, he sat back against the desk and looked heavenward as if begging for strength. "What is it with old people these days? They're so sensitive about everything!"

"Mama's all right?"

"Oh, she's fine. My heart may not recover, but she's dandy. Am I asking too much, though, for a little consideration? Do she and Harold have no clue how much I worry? No. They accuse me of being overprotective, when a simple phone call would have given me peace of mind. Is a phone call too much to ask?"

Maddy burst out laughing.

"What?" His eyes sharpened.

"You." She grinned and patted his upper arm. "You sound like a parent with a teenager."