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in the slightly too-warm space.
    She stood and peeked around at all the remaining moviegoers but couldn’t find the source of her nervousness. After making her way to the aisle exit again, she waited for an opening in the sea of people moving before her.
    Since she wasn’t in that big of a hurry, she decided waiting was better than pushing and shoving her way through.
    She still had the creepy feeling of being watched, but tried to shake it off as a big strong hand reached toward her, dragging her into the aisle in front of him. Angela realized immediately who it was.
    Clay.
    He kept his warm hands on her hips as they waited behind the huge group. Her throat went dry and her mouth was paralyzed as she tried to form a single word.
    Angela could feel the heat of his fingers on her waist and leaned back to enjoy his chest. She was very glad she’d worn an off-the-shoulder shirt. The blue color of it matched her eyes perfectly and the guy’s behind her even better if the truth was told.
    Her eyelids closed automatically and she could feel his breath on her neck and shoulder as he spoke.
    With a strained voice she hardly recognized he growled, “One of these days you’re just going to have to shove everybody else out of the way to get what you want.”
    With the way all of the blood in her body heated up she was quite glad Clay hung on to her. “Listen to the advice, coming from the person who won’t follow it himself,” she threw back at him over her shoulder.
    She’d grown up since the last time they spoke on her parents’ front porch. It was days before her sixteenth birthday and she was certain he needed to remember she wasn’t a baby anymore.
    To make sure he got the message Angela turned her head and dared a glance up at him behind her hooded lashes, as they started moving again.
    Loud and clear apparently, since his body went almost rigid with need and the always-present strain between them was evident on his face.
    His mouth was so close to hers that she licked her lips in anticipation.
    Clay watched the action and dug his fingers into her side, making her shiver.
    As they exited the theater with the crowd, Clay said, “You’d better go. Your friends are waiting.”
    Angela looked around to see Becca talking to Nick and Jacob. Just as she found them, Becca smiled hugely and waved her over.
    Angela turned back to Clay. “To hell with…” was all she got out before she realized he was already gone.
    The warmth of his hands lingered on her waist and his breath whispered across her bare skin. She could still feel their heat and she was certain her skin was flushed from having had him so close.
    Angela made her way over to her friends. She scanned the lobby but Clay was nowhere in sight. She batted her eyelashes to clear her vision and when she refocused, Nick was standing there smiling at her.
    Becca was nearly jumping out of her skin for her to hurry up. She saw her rosy cheeks and figured she was just as excited the evening was getting better and better.
    “What took you so long, Ang? Thought you got lost.”
    “No, not lost,” Angela said but added, Not yet at least , in her own head.
    “Well, you know Jacob from English class but this…is Nick Masters.” Becca gestured to the lovely blond guy standing to her right.
    Angela smiled brightly, focusing on his brown eyes. She extended her slender hand towards him.
    “I’m Angela, but everybody calls me Angie, or just Ang if you’re really in a hurry.”
    She smiled again as he flashed her a wide grin. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Angie.”
    “Likewise,” Angela stated as she eyed him up and down.
    He was dressed in khaki shorts and a screen-printed T-shirt that just said Bite Me . He looked like he stepped straight out of a magazine.
    “So how did I stack up?” Nick asked, as if he’d read her thoughts.
    Angela, feeling frisky from her earlier encounter with Clay, continued her once-over as she made a full circle around him, dragging her