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“I didn’t have time to drink it,” I say quickly, no stranger to thinking on my feet.

“You ran,” he repeats.

“You’re kind of intimidating,” I counter.

Amusement lights his gray eyes. “You aren’t intimidated by me.”

“Are you saying you are intimidating to others?” I challenge.

“To some I am, but not to you.”

“You base this assessment on what, exactly?”

“Anyone intimidated wouldn’t be brave enough to say they are.” He closes the distance between us, the scent of him, autumn leaves and spice, teasing my nostrils. “Are you intimidated now?” he asks, the heat in his eyes blisteringly hot.

“No,” I say, suddenly warm all over, when lately, everything has made me cold. “I’m not intimated.”

“Good news,” the guard announces, jolting me back to a reality that does not include hot strangers who could find out more than I want them to know. I quickly take a broad step backward, distancing myself from Shane, to face Randy.

“You found my phone?” I ask, hopeful.

“I found a phone,” he confirms. “I need you to confirm the first number in the contacts.”

I hesitate, but having no other option, admit, “There are no numbers in my phone at all.”

“You are correct,” the guard says, sliding the phone onto the counter. “I’ve never known anyone to have no contacts in their phone.”

“It’s new,” I explain, picking it up and slipping it inside my purse, and realizing it’s a lame excuse, I add, “I need to sync my numbers. Thank you.” I rotate to face Shane to find him staring at me with the kind of interest and curiosity I’m not in a position to invite. “And thank you,” I add, motioning toward the door. “I should go.”

“I was about to go grab dinner and a drink at one of the restaurants nearby. Join me.”

“I really should get home,” I say, trying not to sound as regretful as I am. I’m flattered, but then, what woman wouldn’t be with this man?

“I won’t keep you long.”

“I have plans in the morning,” I counter, and it’s true. I’ll be waiting for the phone to ring and thinking about how much I wish I’d said yes to his invitation.

He glances at the guard, who quickly takes a hint and murmurs, “Good evening,” before stepping back behind his post and busying himself.

The instant he’s gone, Shane once again closes the space between us, this time bringing us intimately close, and I think he might touch me. I want him to touch me. “Here’s how I see us meeting again: The odds are next to zero. That means you have to have dinner with me.”

“Have to? Is that some rule or something?”

“Not just a rule. A hard rule I just made up.”

“Does making up rules work often?”

“Yes. Is it working now?”

Yes, I think, but instead, I say, “I wish I could.”

“You can. Just say yes, Emily.”

Emily. I hate that name, but he has somehow not only remembered it, but made it silk and seduction. He is silk and seduction, a magnificent man who no doubt has so many woman lining up that I am a mere flicker on the screen. And actually, that isn’t a bad thing. In fact, it’s freedom. This is about tonight. Just tonight. He won’t want to know my past or my future. He’s looking for a diversion, and the truth is, if I spend one more night alone, trapped in guilt, worry, and my fast-looping replay of how I got to this point, I might go insane.

“Emily,” he prods, using that name again, my name, and I swallow hard. “Say—”

“Yes,” I supply. “Yes, I’ll have dinner and drinks with you.”


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