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if he didn’t kiss her, he was going to explode.
    Her taste filled his senses. Sweet and spicy, the delectable combination that was Callie Colter. He ravaged her mouth. He wanted to devour her whole. He wanted to drag her back to his shitty hotel room and spend the next three days making love to her until they couldn’t move.
    At first she responded as hungrily as he did. Her mouth moved softly over his and she returned the brush of his tongue with a tentative one of her own. It was as if she was reacquainting herself with his taste. Well, he’d never forgotten hers. There was damn well nothing to reacquaint himself with. How could there be when he’d dreamed of nothing else for the last months?
    Then the moment was broken and she yanked away from him, tears crowding her beautiful eyes. “Why, Max? Will you not be happy until you’ve stripped me of everything? Okay, you proved it. Obviously I still want you. We’ve established that I’m an idiot. Are you happy now? You couldn’t leave me with any of my pride intact?”
    He swore long and bitter and rubbed a hand over his hair. He wanted to hold her and soothe the hurt and the anger so prevalent in her voice. But now wasn’t the time for gentleness. He’d never get close to her unless he muscled his way in.
    She already thought him a bastard. It wasn’t as if he could get any lower in her esteem.
    He took a step back, lifting the remaining bag of groceries from her arms. “On your way up to your parents’?”
    Her gaze sharpened. “That’s none of your damn business.”
    “I’ll show up there, Callie,” he said calmly. “You know I will. I don’t bluff. You have a choice. Come somewhere where we can discuss things in private. Or I’ll come to your parents’ house and we can hash it out in front of everyone. Either way, you will listen to me.”
    Helpless fury flashed across her features, and her eyes darkened to a blue-black storm cloud. “You stay away from my family.”
    “Then come with me.”
    “I have to bring groceries to my mom. She needs them for dinner and I’m expected there. I told her I’d be there. I won’t back out.”
    “No, I suppose you won’t. You’re very loyal to your word. You keep your promises, don’t you, Callie?”
    “At least one of us does,” she said in a bitter voice.
    “I’ll wait. Bring your mother her groceries. You have two hours to return or I come to you. I’m at the hotel. Room 102.”
    Her lips stretched into a thin line. She raised a shaking hand to shove her hair behind her ear. He could see how frustrated and helpless she felt. He hated what it did to both of them. The last thing he wanted was to break her. But neither would he allow her to turn her back on him, even if it was what she thought he’d done to her.
    It was what he had done to her.
    He opened the passenger door of her SUV and put the groceries on the seat. She was still standing where he’d left her when he turned back. She looked tired and shaken. He started to run his hand over her hair, but tightened his fingers into a fist at his side.
    “Be warned, Callie. If you don’t show, I’ll come after you. I don’t give a damn who your brother is. I’m not leaving until we talk.”
    Knowing that if he didn’t leave now, his rigid control would be shattered, he turned and strode down the street toward his hotel. Every instinct screamed at him to turn back, to hold her, to offer her all the gentleness he so wanted to give her. To tell her he was sorry for being such a bastard.
    But she’d have none of that. She was angry and hurt, and she wanted nothing to do with him. If he wanted a chance—any chance—of ever getting her to listen to him, he’d have to strong-arm her into meeting him.
    Then and only then could he afford to show all that was in his heart.

Chapter Five
    Callie’s pulse raced all the way up the mountain to her parents’ cabin. She alternated from seething with anger to swallowing against the knot growing in her