recognize her without
her mask. By kissing her, he’d satisfied his curiosity about the mysterious
woman in disguise, and that was the end of it.
Recalling that she’d left her car unlocked
while they unloaded her belongings, Rebecca headed downstairs to the parking
lot. She locked the doors to her Toyota Avalon, then checked the trunk to make
sure she hadn’t forgotten anything else. She found a medium-size box labeled PERSONAL ITEMS and lifted it out of the car, then closed the door and made her way back toward
the high-rise.
As she neared the building entrance, a couple
dressed for a night out on the town emerged and held the door open for her.
“Thank you,” Rebecca told them, flashing a
grateful smile.
She crossed the lobby and rounded the corner
to the service elevator, which the building manager had given her permission to
use while she moved in. The thing was as old as the building, and so slow that Rebecca
could climb the stairs to her ninth-floor apartment in less time than it would
take the service elevator to get her there. She’d fare much better in the
regular elevator used by everyone else. But she was tired and sweaty, and not
in the mood to stop on every floor with a heavy box in her arms.
As she was about to push the button to summon
the elevator, a deep, unmistakably familiar voice asked, “Need some help?”
Rebecca whirled around.
And was stunned to find herself staring into
the darkly handsome face of Vince Gray.
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At the sight of Rebecca, those piercing onyx eyes
that had filled her every waking thought since Halloween night widened slightly
in recognition.
Her heart thumped.
Oh,
God , she thought in a moment
of sheer panic. He recognizes me. How can
that be? And why did he have to catch me at my worst, wearing no makeup and a
sweaty old T-shirt?
She tried to school her features into an
impassive mask, hoping that if she played dumb, he might actually think she was
someone else.
“No, thanks,” she said politely, responding
to his question. “I’m fine. But thanks for asking.”
“No problem,” he murmured, his expression
giving nothing away.
She felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe he didn’t
recognize her after all. Just because he had an unforgettable face didn’t mean the whole world did.
“Moving in?” he asked.
She nodded wordlessly, realizing that the
less she said, the less the likelihood of him recognizing her voice.
Balancing the box on one hip, she turned away
from him to push the elevator button, expecting the doors to open right away
since she was the only one who’d used the service elevator that day. It should
have been waiting right there for her on the lobby level.
But it wasn’t.
She stabbed the button again, more
impatiently this time. Where was the damn thing?
“Why don’t you use the other one?” Vince
suggested, standing close enough to make her pulse accelerate. “It’d probably
be much faster.”
“It’s all right,” Rebecca muttered, keeping
her profile to him. “I’ve been using this all day. It’s my last run, anyway.”
To her surprise, Vince reached out, taking
her chin between his thumb and forefinger and gently turning her face toward
his. A hint of a smile played about the corners of his mouth as he gazed down
at her.
“How long are you going to pretend we’ve
never met, Rebecca?” he asked huskily.
Her knees went weak, and she let out a
resigned breath before admitting sheepishly, “I was hoping you wouldn’t
recognize me.”
“Not recognize you?” Shaking his head slowly,
Vince brushed the pad of his thumb across her bottom lip, making her shiver.
“In a million years, I could never forget this incredible mouth.”
Just like that, cream thickened between Rebecca’s
thighs.
Vince’s eyes roamed across her face, as if he
were trying to commit her features to memory.
Feeling self-conscious, Rebecca smoothed a
hand over her makeshift ponytail and moistened her lips. She shouldn’t look
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