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what sounded like Czech when she saw Dru walk in, as if it was Dru’s presence that was keeping Cayo’s attention on the flat-screen television on the inner wall rather than on the assets she had on display. As if, were Dru not there, he might actually pay her some mind.
    You are fast approaching your expiration date,
Dru seethed uncharitably at the other woman, but then caught herself. This was not a cat fight. It wasn’t even a competition.
    Dru had spent entirely too long telling herself that it was all perfectly fine with her, that she didn’t mind at all that this man who had kissed her with so much heat and longing in an ancient city, and who had looked at her as if she were the only person in the world who could ever matter to him, slaked his various lusts with all of these anonymous women.
Why should it matter?
she’d argued with herself a thousand times in the middle of the night while she lay alone and he was off tending to his companion du jour.
What we have is so much deeper than sex …
    It was all so desperate. So delusional and terribly, gut-wrenchingly pathetic.
    She held a shoe in each hand now, like potential weapons, and she allowed herself a grim moment of amusement as she watched Cayo’s ever-calculating gaze move to the sharp stiletto heels immediately, as if he joined her in imagining her sinking them deepinto his jugular. He smirked and returned his attention to the television and the almighty scroll of the New York Stock Exchange across the bottom of the screen, as if he’d assessed the threat that quickly and dismissed it that easily.
    And her. Again. As ever.
    “Have you finished having your little fit?” he asked. She felt her heart race, that same anger—at him and, worse, at herself—shaking through her, making her very nearly tremble.
    “I want to know what you think is going to happen now that you’ve stranded me on this boat,” Dru replied, biting the words out. “Will you simply keep me imprisoned here forever? That seems impractical, at the very least. Boats eventually dock, and I can swim.”
    “I suggest you take a deep breath, Miss Bennett,” he said in that obnoxiously patronizing tone, not even bothering to glance at her again, his entire lean body insulting in its disinterest. “You are becoming hysterical.”
    It was too much, finally. She didn’t even think.
    She cocked one arm back in a moment of searing, possibly insane, mind-numbing rage and threw a shoe.
    At his head.
    It sliced through the air, the wicked heel seeming almost to glow, and she pictured it spearing him directly between the mocking, impossible eyes—
    But then he reached up and snatched it out of its flight at the last moment, his hand too large and masculine against the delicate point of the heel.
    When he looked at her then, his dark golden stare burned with outrage. And something else—something that seemed to echo in her, hard and loud. Anticipation? The shared memory of an old street, that explosivekiss? But no, that was impossible. Nothing more than her desperate fantasies in action yet again.
    Dru panted slightly, as if that had been her in vicious flight. As if he now held her like that, captured against his hard palm. That same current of wild, hot heat that she wished was simple fury seemed to coil within her and then pulse low, the way it always did when he was near.
    “Next time,” she told him from between her teeth, her other hand clenching her remaining shoe, heel first, “I won’t miss.”
    Once again, she’d surprised him. And he liked it as little as he had in London.
    Her gray gaze was alert and intent and he didn’t like all the things he could see in it, none of which he understood or wanted to try to understand. He didn’t like the faint flush on her cheeks, or the way she looked with her feet bare and her hair something other than perfect for the first time in as long as he’d known her.
Sexy.
    He had to jerk his gaze from hers and when he did, he found himself