"Okay, 'fess up." Mickie McCormack's eyes twinkled as she plunked a book on the counter. "If you're that distracted by the Internet you're either looking at porn or you're Googling old boyfriends."I felt my cheeks heat up. "Um, I'm guilty of the latter, I'm afraid. I've just run into an old boyfriend and he's invited me to dinner, but..."The bell on the door jingled. There he was. Captain Maverick Jesus Zukowski, six foot, three inches of tall, dark,...