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sink and ran the water to clean it. “I don’t think so,” she finally said.
    Billy remained against the wall, then he sighed dejectedly. His arms spread by his sides and he shook his head. “Hannah, this isn’t doing it for me.”
    No, no, no, no !
    Twisting the faucet closed, she set the brush down on the counter. Her eyes met his, her lips starting to tremble. “We said no dates, no staying the night, nothing except…sex.
    A casual summer fling sort of thing.”
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    He took a cautious step forward, his voice threateningly low. “I know what we said, Hannah.”
    It seemed incredible how, with that inexorable look on his face, his dark brown hair mussed from their lovemaking, his naked body glistening with sweat, and having come twice in his arms, Hannah could still want him so much. Her breasts felt full and her body sang to his presence, and she had a crowded sensation in her chest she couldn’t seem to ease no matter how deep a breath she took.
    Seeking the extra support, she braced one hand on the edge of the counter to her right as she carefully weighed each word. “Billy, please let’s not ruin this. If I do go to the party, just remember we’re…friends. Okay?”
    He said nothing but rather stared at her for the longest moment with an expression so intent she felt like cringing. Then he let out a long, put-out sigh and bent to pick up his clothes.
    He dressed in record speed and Hannah watched with a sunken heart as he made his way to the door.
    He stopped before opening it and gazed at her with a solemn, heart-wrenching look on his face. “I know someone hurt you, Hannah,” he said in a deceptively soft murmur,
    “but I’m not him.” Then he quietly shut the door behind him.
    Based on the horrible feeling that gripped her inside, Hannah had the distinct impression things had just taken a turn for the worse.
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Chapter Three
    The world today doesn’t make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?
    Pablo Picasso
    Music stirred the nighttime air, mingled with the sounds of laughter and voices.
    Wearing a simple black dress and a pair of black pumps she hadn’t worn in ages, Hannah descended into the lit, sparsely decorated back gardens of their complex. The warm summer breeze stirred her hair and the knee-length skirt of her dress.
    Flattening a hand on her thighs to keep her skirt in place, Hannah scanned the crowd littered across the lawn and glimpsed Margie’s familiar face pop up inside the pool.
    The older woman’s words had skidded through her mind most of the night. Yes, there were a lot of good catches in the building.
    The tall, blond Lance over by the punch bowl, the muscled Kent with his short, army-cut black hair lounging in his trunks beside the pool. And Billy. Of course Billy.
    His gorgeous face like a beacon amid strangers as he stood among a group of friends, amiably chatting.
    Hannah froze when she spotted him and her nipples pricked in an instant. Lance might have the Hummer, but Billy Hendricks had every thing.
    Killer looks, personality, charisma.
    He was so easy to be around.
    Even now, among a group of six, he somehow managed to involve everyone in the conversation. His eyes met those of the person who spoke, his smile warm and engaging.
    Billy was kind. He was tender and sweet and…
    Hannah stopped herself, wanting to pull her hair out in frustration. Damn it, she knew this would happen. She was falling for him. Hard.
    Harder than ever.
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    Just the sight of him with his hair damp from a recent bath and those clean-cut khaki slacks slung low across his hips made her want to run to him. She had heart palpitations, weakened limbs and trouble focusing. In short, she was done for.
    On her way to The Brad Kingman Disaster all over again.
    She’d end up as his doormat. And not just that, but as his personal bank, too. He’d drain her of what little