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in prison? Because she sure as hell didn’t know how to do it before. If she had, there would have been a lot more guys hanging out in the high school library.
    She needed a plan. A hotel room, a night’s sleep, a call to Kate. In that order. Not perfect, but it was all she had. For now.
    She heard a sound to her right and opened her eyes to see a tall figure, in the shape of a man, emerge from around the brick corner of the building. Masked by the shadows, he was bearing down on her. She tried to shout a warning, a demand to leave her alone, but nothing came out of her mouth. And she still couldn’t move her legs.
    So this was how it would end. Her body, broken and bruised, found lying in the back of a strip club. Milo would lean over her, shaking his head. “I always said Gary should’ve cut her a break,” he would say, before going back inside to finish his shift. “She was barely eighteen when she did her crime.”
    The shadowy figure continued coming toward her. She hoped she’d been able to pick up other skills in prison. Boxing. Or combat yoga. She tried a scream. This time it worked.
    “Tensley.” The voice was hushed, urgent. A hand reached out to grab her arm. She started to pull away, but stopped when she realized she knew the voice. “Ssshhh,” he hissed, coming into the light long enough for her catch a glimpse of his face. “Come with me.”
    Max.
    She’d thought he was gone forever. Again. Her knees gave way at the same time she shot back at him with, “Get the hell away from me.”

CHAPTER THREE
    Max grabbed Tensley’s arm before she hit the ground, but she shook him off, steadying herself against the back of the building.
    Get away from her. Right. He’d tried that before. And it hadn’t worked out so well.
    She was thinner than he remembered, with a hard, shiny body instead of the softly voluptuous one that had cost him so many sleepless nights as a teenager.
    But it was still her body. And he still wanted it like he’d wanted no other before or since.
    She turned her face upward and his chest squeezed tight. Her eyes had always given her away, always said exactly what she was thinking and feeling, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. What he’d seen in her eyes all those years ago had nearly made him forget about the stupid bet that sent him to the high school library in the first place.
    Fifteen years later, her eyes said, I hate you. I don’t hate you. Don’t go. I hate you. I want you, right here, right now.
    Okay, maybe the last part was his dick talking. But this was all he fucking needed. Why couldn’t she have acquired a jagged edge of distrust like any other self-respecting stripper?
    He stepped back into the protection of the darkness. “You asked me to get you out of here.” He wasn’t sure what he’d expected from her, but it hadn’t been this.
    “And then you left.” Her chin, held high, began to tremble.
    “I couldn’t — ” He raked a hand through his hair. “Couldn’t do anything inside.”
    “Except watch.” She looked away. “And pay.”
    “What the hell, Tensley.” As if that wasn’t her job. He’d felt like shit giving her money, but it was pretty much the way it worked. Couldn’t tell her why he was really there. At least not yet. “You said you wanted to go. Let’s go.”
    “Can’t stay out too late? Have to get back to the wife and kids?”
    The thread of hysteria pulling through her voice heightened his alert system, drawing him to her. She’d somehow managed to come out of a strip bar smelling like summer and clean sheets. Or maybe his memory was just working overtime. Didn’t matter. He took her elbow and softened his tone. “C’mon. My truck is close by.”
    “Don’t. You. Tell me what to do.” Her index finger, inches from his nose, shook.
    That was it. Max shut his eyes, fighting the urge to pick her up and throw her over his shoulder, caveman-style. The thought of her body on his, though, killed that idea. He’d be