Handprints

"I DON'T THINK EITHER ONE OF US GOT THIS OUT OF OUR SYSTEM..." Jack Granger's reference to a few stolen kisses haunted Abby Walsh. For being with him and his daughter made her feel like a penniless kid with her nose pressed against the toy-store window. Everything she'd ever wanted was right in front of her, but still completely out of reach. Well, Abby could hardly complain; the man was only keeping his promise -- keeping their relationship casual. Still, Abby felt a sexual thrill she couldn't ignore. And she'd caught enough heated glances and heard enough strangled sighs to suspect he was…