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while you and friends played pool in the bar? Maybe you don’t know what thank you means, but that would have been a better way to start that conversation. Now, I will say thank you for the touch of chivalry walking me out here and for the warning. It was appreciated.” She opened the door to the vehicle and got inside, careful not to jar her leg. She stuck the key in the car and started it.
    His eyes had narrowed as he frowned at her. Even with that sinister look on his face and the scars on one side, it didn’t detract from his dark appeal. “We aren’t through with this conversation.”
    “We are for now.” Mikayla was surprised she didn’t burst into flames at the sudden flare of heat in his bright emerald-green eyes.
    “Come home with me.”
    She blinked in surprise.
    “I want you,” Gage said, his voice a low, heated whisper. “If you agree, this wouldn’t be a date. I don’t date. This would be me fucking you until you come so hard you pass out. That’s it.”
    Oh hell no, seriously?
    Idiot.
    Did he really think she was just going to drop her panties because he said that? Not that she was wearing any. Mikayla sighed loudly and fought back the urge to slam her head into the steering wheel. Why did shit like this always happen to her? It was a good thing she had firsthand knowledge of the irrational way men’s minds worked sometimes since she worked with a bunch of them daily, or else she might have to hurt him. Badly. “You’d have better luck with the blonde inside. Goodnight, Mr. Stark.”
    “So you do know who I am.”
    “Yes, I do. Which is more than I can say for you.” She started to close the door, but his large hand holding it stopped her.
    “You can’t tell me you aren’t attracted to me. I see that you are. What’s your name?”
    Mikayla sent him a mischievous smile. “Perhaps you should have started this particular conversation with that question. Goodnight.”
    She shifted the SUV into gear and released the break just enough so the SUV pulled forward, jerking the door out of his grasp. She slammed the door closed and pulled into the street, watching as Gage grew smaller in her rearview mirror.  

Chapter Three
     
    Mikayla woke to dark-gray skies after a fitful night of sleep. Sleep never came easy for her, since the nightmares always seemed to be waiting as soon as she closed her eyes. But last night had been different. Her dreams had been haunted by Gage’s piercing green eyes watching her as her body moved over his, as she was taken under him, as pleasure turned her body to liquid gold.
    The stupid, arrogant bastard.
    Never before had she had such vivid dreams that left her aching with hunger to be touched after she woke. But now in the daylight it was all she could do not to jump directly into the cold snow outside to chill her overheated body back to normal. Instead, she had treated herself to a hot shower, after which she changed the bandages on her leg. She dressed for the day in loose black drawstring pants and a thick purple thermal shirt before leaving the bedroom she had claimed on the main floor.
    She loved this bedroom, with its gothic feel accentuated with dark, glossy wood and a king size four-poster bed covered with a bronze duvet she had picked out when Brett had initially furnished the place. Actually, she loved the cabin. Always had. Where Brett had used it as just another safe house, Mikayla had always felt like it had the potential to be a real home.
    She walked down the wide hallway to the large kitchen that could have fit into any five star restaurant. It was bright and airy, with large windows overlooking the expanse of open land in the backyard. Mikayla knew the bullet-resistant glass gave those inside cover even if it didn’t seem like it.
    The kitchen had a large center block with a countertop of white marble over cabinets that were so dark they almost looked black. The cabinetry along the walls was made of the same dark wood with frosted glass panes,