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unladylike snort. “I’m starting to think that myself. And the thing is I have no idea what’s going on. She talks and talks but it’s not like she’s taking care of a bambino or her grandmother.”
    He squatted down in front of her. “People change.”
    “You didn’t. You’re still the rock solid guy I’ve known for half my life. And I bet you’d have the balls to tell me you didn’t want to be friends anymore.”
    His lips twitched and he reached up, wrapping a finger around a lock of her hair. “I'll always want to be friends with you.”
    Just friends? The question was like a living breathing beast, but she didn't let it out of the cage.
    “Thanks.” She sent him a smile while trying to control her need to shout and/or cry. Neither would be pretty so she took a deep breath and focused on his eyes...and the fact that he hadn't released his grip on her hair.
    “I can't speak from experience but maybe you should focus on your other friends.”
    He made it sound easy, as if Lola didn't know her life story. But he was right, people did change. Lola had changed and if she didn't have time for Reya, why was Reya always making time for her? Especially when she did have other friends she should be hanging out with. Especially when the timing was finally right for her and Dylan. Well, right for seduction.
    “That's pretty good advice.”
    “Good. Now about these other friends—”
    She cut him off with a kiss. Unlike three years ago, she made the first move this time. Closing the distance between them, she slanted her lips against his, held a firm pressure and almost grinned when he groaned.
    The hand toying with her hair slid deeper and his lips moved against hers with panty-melting purpose. She moved her hands to his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure washed through her. He tightened his grip in her hair and the sensation made her breathless, made her lips part on a sigh.
    Dylan took immediate advantage, sweeping his tongue into her mouth. As kisses went, she liked the way the French did it the best, and right now, she was pretty sure Dylan Harper was as French as he could get. Hot, wet and masterful, he moved in and out of her mouth, tracing and teasing.
    She dueled with him, letting her tongue dance against his, mating so thoroughly, she didn't hear the knock at the back door until he leaned away. His hands slid from her hair and dropped to his thighs, but when she started to topple forward, they shot up and steadied her.
    Blinking and out of breath, she mentally shook her head. What had just happened? How long had they been going at it like love sick teenagers? Did she look as thoroughly bemused as he did?
    “I'd better see what he needs,” he said, standing.
    She leaned against the arm rest and nodded. Part of her wanted to call him back and say who cares what Perseus needs? The yard can wait. I need you. I've needed you for years.
    Okay, all of her wanted to call him back, but she didn't. Instead, she sat there and held her fingertips to her lips, reliving that kiss.

5
    T hat evening , Dylan strode through the back door, caked in mud and sweat, praying for another meal like the paella. But the house was quiet and no delicious scents wafted from the kitchen.
    His disappointment was short lived. Reya breezed into the living room, hair swept up in a messy do that left bits and pieces cascading around her neck and face. The cherry red blouse stretched across her breasts and a deep V showed off killer cleavage. The skirt hid her thighs but showed off her calves.
    “Going out?”
    She fiddled with an earring. “Mmm huh. And you're coming with me. We're going to hang out with people who actually want to hang out with us.” She strode toward him as she spoke.
    He memorized the swing of her hips, longed to say forget about hanging out, let's stay in . His palms itched to slide around her waist and pull her close. He wanted to find out if she tasted as good as she smelled, if her skin was as smooth as he