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be enough, but I want more,” he
said.
    She did, too, but this was Jack. And now that his mouth wasn’t
on hers…she pushed away from him and he let her go, his hands trailing over her
hips until they fell to his sides.
    “That got out of hand,” she said.
    “I don’t think so, but I guess you’re not ready for anything
more,” he said.
    She sensed the frustration behind his words and she felt it,
too, but she wasn’t going to rush things with Jack. She still didn’t know how
she felt about him, and instead of making matters clearer, this night had only
served to muddle them.
    “I’m sorry, but I can’t rush into this. I thought you were a
shallow me, me, me, guy when I came here tonight,” she admitted.
    “And now?”
    “I’m not sure,” she said. She wasn’t sure about anything
anymore. Revenge was something that she’d craved and giving it up just wasn’t an
option, but now she understood the saying about it being a dish best served
cold. Because this heat between them melted her resolve.
    “That’s why I need some time to think about this,” she
said.
    He nodded. “Fair enough. You’ll have plenty of time to mull
things over because I leave for L.A. after we finish shooting in the morning. I
won’t be back in New York for a week.”
    She felt a sense of loss at the thought of him leaving and she
knew that she had to get her head straight. It was a good thing he was going
away because right now she’d have to say she was still stupid where he was
concerned. But she’d miss him. And she hadn’t expected to.
    “Will you have dinner with me again next Saturday?” he asked.
“Not here, but on a proper date where I pick you up and take you out.”
    “Yes,” she said and her voice did that squeaky thing again. She
shook her head. “Hopefully I’ll be able to speak when you see me next week.”
    “I like you just the way you are, Willow.”
    She wished she could believe that was true, but he didn’t know
her. He hadn’t back in high school and he didn’t now. On the set she treated him
the way she did all talent—with a certain indulgence coupled with disdain. But
he was talking about liking her. How could he? She wasn’t even sure she liked
herself.
    * * *
    “Ah, you’re just saying that…aren’t you?” There was a
hint of something fragile in her voice.
    Jack felt as if Willow was still running away from him, and he
knew no matter what gestures he made to bring her closer, he was treading on
thin ice. He could literally navigate his way on thin ice—he’d been to the South
Pole with explorer and entrepreneur Jefferson Haldon eighteen months ago—but
this was different.
    And personal relationships had always been harder for him. Give
him a physical obstacle and tell him it was impossible and he’d find a way to
conquer it. But give him a woman and tell him that she was impossible and he was
stymied. It was frustrating to think he’d come such a long way from Frisco,
Texas, and still hadn’t figured women out.
    This woman. Frankly, she was the only one he really wanted to
unravel and strip bare. But every time he thought he had a handle on her she did
something unexpected…like the squeaky voice thing. What did it mean?
    Why was this making her vulnerable? He was the one putting
himself on the line…or was he the only one?
    “Willow, I’m being honest. There is something about you that
intrigues me. Even when you’re giving me the cold shoulder.”
    “I’d put that down to ego,” she said.
    “Me, too,” he admitted. “I’m not used to being ignored.”
    “Then you don’t know for sure that you like me,” she said.
    He crossed his arms over his chest, wondering if honesty was
the key to this woman. Honesty was tricky because the truth wasn’t always as
nice and pretty as people wanted it to be. “Want to know a secret?”
    “Sure,” she said.
    But there was a guarded look in her eyes, as if she was
expecting him to say something…hurtful? He couldn’t read