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about ice sculptures and dresses. Ginny stopped paying attention and thought about Mr. Dangerous. Wes. As the buildings got smaller and smaller, so did any chance of her running into him again.
    Not like it would matter anyway. They both made it clear what had happened. A one-night stand. Except, if one were to split hairs, it had been more like quick, hot sex. Either way, it’d been the first time she’d done something like that. It was so unlike her. And although she should feel guilty for having sex with a complete stranger . . . she didn’t. Not exactly.
    Perhaps she would feel guiltier if she actually knew Wes. They were never going to see each other again, so no one would find out that she’d done that. Plus, who would complain after having sex with Mr. Dangerous?
    Except that wasn’t what it was all about. There had been a connection last night—and their time together had made the sex different. In a really, really good way. It had been so freeing in a way to not act so constrained and worried over things she couldn’t control.
    Ginny pondered her sister’s statement from the previous night. Had she won the dare?
    They passed an elderly woman selling fresh strawberries from a stand on the side of the road. The cornflower-blue sky stretched endlessly, broken up by wispy clouds and a hazy sun. Even in her sister’s air-conditioned car, the heat was palpable.
    His kisses had burned her in the most delicious way. And his eyes had gone from stormy gray to molten silver. The memory of his unshaven jaw against her skin, and how he’d lost control as he pounded into her—
    Wes had wanted her.
    She smiled.
    Tall, dark, handsome, and dangerous had wanted her . He wanted her so much he’d taken her against a brick wall in the pouring rain with thunder booming and lightning striking in the distance. For one glorious moment, she’d been powerful. She’d been desired and pleasured, and had made him feel that way, too.
    Hell yes, she’d won.
    The car slowed to a stop in front of her apartment building. She was home. Ginny grabbed her duffel bag from the trunk, and her sister rolled down her window.
    “You’re okay, right?”
    She heard the underlying worry. “I’m okay.”
    “If you want to talk about anything,” Julie said quietly so Deb couldn’t hear, “you know I’m here. I wouldn’t even tell Mom.”
    Ginny smiled at the offer, but she didn’t tell Julie much. She tended to keep a lot of things to herself. “Thanks, Julie, but I’m fine.”
    She waited until they drove away before she headed into her apartment. Placing her duffel bag on her bed, Ginny put the clothes she needed to wash in a hamper and tucked everything else away. She headed to the small washer and dryer, started a load, and walked to the fridge.
    Her freezer was nearly empty, although there was still a Ding Dong left in its package. She needed to hit the market later. For now, she bit into the crispy chocolate shell, the soft cake, and the creamy center. And sighed in pleasure. It was almost as good as sex.
    But not quite.
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    W es arrived in Cape Hope around ten. Since it was Memorial Day weekend, the traffic had been heavier than usual. Even with his windows closed, he could smell the sea-salt air and hear the roar of the waves. On either side, Victorian houses blanketed the streets, almost like dominoes stacked next to each other. Most had signs proclaiming them to be a bed and breakfast. The buildings and houses weren’t dilapidated; they were charming and he felt as if he’d time-traveled into a different era. Wes almost expected to see women in old-style dresses with parasols and men with mutton chops.
    But there were horse-drawn carriages and a couple of trolleys passing by, which gave the town an old-world feel. The set of brown horses neighed and flicked their tails. A couple sat in the back, the woman’s head resting on the man’s shoulder. People walked on the sidewalks with towels in hand, heading to the beach. A