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hadn’t actually seen him since she and Mac had left the dance floor hours ago, but now the tension that she felt whenever he was near was back in full force. He was watching her dance with John Landry. The certainty of that gave her spirits a little lift, and she was very tempted to give him something to watch. But she couldn’t flirt with John Landry—or kiss him—and then dump him.
    Besides, all she could think of was kissing Tracker again. She had to know if lightning could strike twice. Her mind drifted back to the time she’d spent with Mac in the bedroom. Those toys. Just thinking about using them with Tracker sent a wave of heat rushing through Sophie.
    First she had to come up with a plan to get him within using distance. And she’d have to get him very close to use that black ribbon.
    â€œSophie?”
    â€œHmm?” She glanced up to find John Landry frowning down at her. Had he been talking to her?
    â€œSophie, your body is here dancing with me, but your mind is a million miles away.”
    No, not a million. She figured it was about fifty yards to the French doors where Tracker was standing, watching her. And she wasn’t being fair to John.
    â€œI want you to come with me to my hotel,” he murmured. “Leave your car here and I’ll drive you back to get it tomorrow.”
    She drew in a deep breath. She’d insisted on bringing her own car because she’d known she wouldn’t be returning with John. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
    â€œI’ll follow you, then. I want time with you. Alone.”
    â€œJohn.” With a quick look around, she took his hand and led him off the dance floor toward the shelter of some trees, where they could have a little privacy. “I’m sorry, but I’m not going to spend time with you alone—the way you mean it. I…” For a moment she thought she saw a flash of anger in his eyes, but it was masked so quickly that she might have been mistaken.
    â€œI don’t mean to rush you,” he said.
    â€œIt’s not that you’re rushing me,” she said. “I think you’ve been very patient, but I don’t think that I’ll change my mind with time. And I’m sorry if I led you on. You’re such a nice man, and I value you as a friend and a business colleague.” Sophie stopped thenbecause she felt little prickles of awareness along her nerve endings. Tracker was near. He was listening to every word she said.
    â€œWell,” John said, and then cleared his throat. “I won’t tell you that I didn’t hope for more. But I value your friendship also, enough so that I won’t jeopardize it by pushing you further than you want to go. But I do want to see you again, strictly for business. You’ve aroused my curiosity about that shipment you’re receiving tomorrow.”
    Sophie smiled at him. “I’ll expect you at the shop bright and early. And I’ll put you to work unloading it.”
    â€œGood.” He took her hands and squeezed them. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
    As he turned and walked away toward the front of the house, Sophie took one step after him, wanting to say something more.
    â€œI wouldn’t,” said a low voice, so close that she jumped. “It’s always best to make a clean break.”
    She turned to see Tracker separate himself from the shadow of the trees. “It’s rude to eavesdrop.”
    He moved closer then, and it was all she could do not to take a quick step back at the overwhelming effect of his proximity.
    â€œIf you wanted your conversation to be private, you shouldn’t have had it in a garden. Besides, when you’re going to dump guys, it’s good to have someone close by. They think twice before they get violent.”
    â€œJohn Landry is a very nice man. He would never get violent.” She thought of the flash of anger she’d seen in his