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assaulted him in no particular order, but he bit them back. Let her speak first—he was done talking.
    Lennon slumped back, staggering on wobbly legs. He crashed against the opposite wall and sank to the ground, panting. Kenzie’s gaze followed him, but she still didn’t speak.
    If it had ever been a game to her, now it was something more.
    He just didn’t know what.

Four
     
    If Kenzie breathed any harder, her chest would break.
    Thankfully, Lennon had yet to speak. At least, that seemed like a good thing. It gave her a chance to sort through the abundance of mental crap unloading onto her already fragile psyche. In the midst of a tentative truce, she’d talked herself into a corner and let her inner wild child loose on the one man she couldn’t have. Whatever neutral ground they’d found was well out of reach now. If there was a path back, she couldn’t see it.
    “I’m sorry.”
    As soon as her voice touched the air, blood rushed to her cheeks. Dammit, she hadn’t meant to speak the words aloud.
    Lennon looked up, confusion marring his face. “What?”
    She inhaled deeply and rubbed her arms. “Sorry. For…well, that.”
    He just stared at her without speaking. Then a bubble of laughter erupted from his lips and was quickly followed by another. In seconds he was laughing hard, his arms crossing around his middle and his features dissolving into a fit of hysterics.
    Kenzie scowled. “What?”
    Lennon shook his head. It took four tries to stifle his giggles before he calmed.
    “You,” he said, his voice teetering between sobriety and breaking again. “You gotta be the only woman on the fucking planet who would apologize to a man for sucking his dick.”
    If her skin had ever been this hot before, she didn’t remember it. “Gee. Thanks.
    “What the hell do you expect from me? ‘No, no. It’s all right. No harm done.’ Shit, Kenzie…”
    “Well, you could start by not being a total ass.”
    “Sorry. Can’t be held responsible for my reaction to an outrageous apology.”
    “I didn’t mean to do that.” The words sounded ridiculous to her, and judging from Lennon’s trembling lips, equally ridiculous to him.
    “I’m sure women go around giving accidental blowjobs all the time.”
    “Stop it!”
    “Stop what?” Lennon demanded. “Stop finding it amusing that you’re apologizing for blowing me? Not a chance.”
    Kenzie huffed, tearing her gaze away from his and focusing instead on the elevator’s corner. “I got carried away. The video…and you…”
    “If that’s what happens when you get carried away, feel free to—”
    “Could you do me a favor and shut the fuck up?” she snapped, glancing at him before looking away again. At last all hints of mirth faded from Lennon’s face, as though it finally dawned on him she was seriously distraught. And then it was her turn to laugh. Suddenly and without direction, realizing at last what exactly it meant to be in on the joke. “God, what a mess. How the hell did we get here?”
    Lennon was quiet for a long moment. “I don’t know.”
    “He wants me back, you know.” Kenzie held up the tape. “Hunter. Gotta admire a guy who loves you so much he fucks around on you, blames you for not being interesting enough in the sack, and then sends a tape you made for him because you were dumb enough to love him to the guy you actually like. And then you, instead of acting like a decent human being, use this as a masturbatory aid that ends up costing me my job.” She shook her head. “One little tape.”
    “He cheated on you?”
    Kenzie laughed again. “How else do you think this story ends, Lennon? Of course he cheated on me. That’s not the question. The question is just how stupid was I to think he wouldn’t?”
    “Kenz—”
    “I mean, how many times does someone have to say he’s bad news before it sinks in? Before you realize you are not the exception?” She waved the tape again. “I knew what he was when I made this. I wanted him