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drunk at all.”
    “You had three drinks.” He looked her up and down. “At your age and your size, you would have been at an approximately 0.28 percent blood alcohol concentration, which is way beyond drunk. I was a jerk for taking advantage of you, and I’m sorry.”
    She tucked her hair behind her ear and averted her eyes. “That’s an awfully detailed calculation. Thought about it much over the years?”
    “You could say that.” He clenched his jaw. “Like I said, I’m sorry.”
    “Well, save your apologies for someone else.” She lifted a shoulder. “ You had three drinks. I was too distracted watching you to drink, so there’s no guilt needed. I didn’t even drink that night.”
    How had he missed her not finishing her drinks? Maybe he’d just been that taken in by her. She was more fun to watch than a fucking cup. “Oh.”
    “I had sex with you because I wanted to. Because you made me feel good. Not because I was drunk and out of my head.” She cocked her head. “Can you say the same? Why did you do it?”
    Heat swept through him, taking away some of the guilt that had been his companion for way too long. She’d been fully sober and still fucked him? Well, that changed a few things. It meant she’d wanted him as much as he’d wanted her.
    Also, he couldn’t believe how much she’d grown up. Last time he’d been this close to her, she’d needed him. Needed his help. She didn’t need him anymore…
    But he might just need her.
    He watched her, his fingers flexing. “You’ve changed. You’re bolder.”
    Surprisingly, he found this version of Christine even hotter.
    She raised her brows. “So have you, but I bet you’re still that same boy who runs away after sex—just all grown up.”
    “I’ve outgrown that particular habit,” he said drily. “But I don’t take virgins to my bed anymore.”
    “That might be so.” She stepped closer, uncrossing her arms. “But I bet you still leave afterward, even if it is for a different reason. Perhaps to avoid commitment? I’ve heard you’re not big on the whole long-term relationship stuff.”
    He gritted his teeth. She was way too fucking spot-on for his liking. “And what do you know about me? It’s been eight years.”
    She stepped even closer and ran a hand down his chest. His heart sped up at her featherlight touch. “I know you’ve avoided commitments and seem to love throwing yourself into your work. I know you feel more comfortable overseas in a jungle than you do here, in a hotel lobby. I know the last place you want to be right now is here, with me.” Her hand dropped. “Am I right?”
    Damn it all to hell, she was too fucking good. He curled his hands into fists, refusing to touch her even though he couldn’t think of anything else he’d rather be doing right now. “Pretty damn close except for the last part. I’m finding this whole encounter enlightening, to say the least.”
    She smiled and bit down on the corner of her lip as if she tried to stop it. It was adorable and sexy all in one. Just like her. “How so?”
    “Like I said, you aren’t the same person you were in Mexico.”
    Her smile widened. “But I bet you are.”
    “Care to find out?” he asked, crossing his arms. “We could—”
    “Yeah. I don’t know about that.” She crossed her arms and considered him. “The last performance wasn’t all that great for me to revisit it. Especially the ending.”
    Wait. What? He hadn’t been talking about revisiting the bedroom, for God’s sake. He’d been talking about revisiting their friendship . But now she had to go and throw that insult out there? He growled. “The hell it wasn’t.”
    “Don’t like the sound of that, Doctor?”
    He stepped closer, his heart pounding. “Yeah, because I know you liked it. Don’t lie to me.”
    She cocked a haughty brow at him, seeming completely and perfectly composed while he was about to flip his shit. “So now you presume to know my mind better than I