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just needed some work on my back. I actually have an appointment I just remembered I need to get to . Don’t worry about the rest. This was great.” Such a lame excuse, but he couldn’t think past the pounding in his cock.
    “If you’re sure. ” Denise sounded relieved . O r was that his guilty subconscious talking? “I’ll b e outside while you change.”
    The door closed behind her , and he breathed out a sigh of relief. He could only imagine her shock had he turned over and showed her how much liked her work. After a moment of silence, h e turned onto his back and stared at the tent over his lap. Definitely time to start dating again.
    He tried to will away his erection and dressed, concentrating on anything nonsexual. His mother, his brother . Denise ? The petite brunette with the sensual hands and large blue eyes hadn’t done more than stir a smile from him upon their first meeting. She wasn’t exactly his type. Truth to tell, he ran more toward taller women, like the feisty Amazon he’d run into earlier that m orning. Denise had been pleas ant and professional. B ut toward the end , something had changed. He wondered if she’d felt any of what he had, or if he was just pent up from going so long without sex.
    How pathetic that the most action he’d had in months had been at the hands of a massage therapist who’d done nothing but her jo b. No doubt Mac would laugh his ass off when Shane told him what had happened. The shame of it actually helped calm him down. He felt like a dumbass , bu t at least he no longer worried about his cock.
    He could too easily imagine his mother sitting nearby while a therapist took care of George’s leg. Nothing sexual about that massage. Now if Mac had recommended the place, Shane might have expected a masseuse who didn’t mind rubbing him anywhere he wanted .
    He shook his head and exited the room for the front desk. There, h e took out his credit card and handed it to…
    “You!” H e stare d in astonishment at the golden- eyed fireball who’d preyed on his mind for the latter half of t he day. She stared back at him with a blan k look on her face . H e was probably the last person she’d expect to see.
    Knowing he’d been in the wrong, he tried to apologize. “About this morning, I — ”
    “Wi ll that be cash or charge?” S eeing the credit card, she plucked it from his hand and ran it through her machine. When she glanced up at him, she gave him a bland if pleasant smile…as if she didn’t recognize him. The incident from the morning had been a quick bump, and he now wore a different shirt. But t hat she might not know him bothered him more than it should have.
    “You’re not going to pay for my shirt, are you?”
    She ignored him and stared at the machine. Her jaw locked as she fiddled with his credit card . Oh yeah, she knew him all right. Apparently she had no intention of forgiving him.
    “Don’t you remember me? Y ou s pill ed hot coffee all over me , ” he reminded her .
    She whipped her head up . “ You ran into me , buddy.” It didn’t escape his notice that even annoyed the woman was damn hot. Her voice turned sugary sweet. “But i f you’d like to apologize, I’m all ears.”
    He couldn’t stop himself from looking her over when she leaned closer to hand him his card. She had full breasts and a slim waist. The desk hid her legs from view, but he remembered them being long and slender. Just long enough to wrap around his waist while he—
    She cleared her throat, and he realized he’d been staring at her breasts. And those tight, hard nipples.
    With a grin he couldn’t help, he said, “I’d say you’re more than just ears . ”
    “God hates me,” she muttered.
    He laughed. She sounded so annoyed yet pitiful at the same time.
    Their gazes met, and a smile curled her lips that she hastily smothered.
    “ Y ou’re beautiful.”
    She flushed, and he continued before he alienated her once more. “I admit the accident this morning