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engaged, so yeah. “Lexy Stuart.” And if she did not show up in the next three minutes, Noah vowed to hunt her down.
    “Alexa?”
    Hearing her full name made Noah’s head pound. “That’s her.”
    Tate nodded toward the back of the hall. “She slipped into the room a few minutes ago. Looks like she’s grabbing something to take back to her room.”
    Noah spun around and watched the little sneak creep around the salad bar. Tough to miss her, since she wore a bright blue dress that tied around her neck and showed off her lean bare arms and fit back.
    No way was he letting her get away with a graze-and-run. It took less than three steps to pin her against the salad bar. “Still hiding, dear?”
    Lexy froze in the act of scooping her uncooked food into a bowl. “The name is Alexa, and I’m just getting something to eat.”
    “That’s not food.”
    “If you don’t like it, you could always try a restaurant back in San Diego.”
    He rested his palms on her shoulders, letting the heat of her skin soak into him. Touching her never got old. Never felt wrong. Hell, he had to fight off the urge to lean down and place a kiss on her exposed flesh.
    “In the mood for cherries and squash?” He whispered the question into her ear.
    “It’s healthy.”
    “It’s barely a snack. I tried to tell Tate over there before he…” Last thing Noah wanted to do was describe that moment in detail.
    She peeked over her shoulder. “What?”
    “Nothing.”
    She turned around until the edge of her plate stuck Noah in the stomach. “Oh, it’s something. You look mad enough to hit someone.”
    “Finally noticed that, did you?”
    Her face fell. “What did you do?”
    “Why do you assume it was me?”
    “Experience.”
    Noah frowned. “That’s harsh.”
    “I left you alone for two hours—”
    “Four.”
    “—and you got in trouble with the owner of the spa.”
    “He started it and was lucky it ended without bloodshed.”
    “Very mature.”
    As insults went that one was not too bad. She had called him much worse.
    “Come sit with me,” he said.
    “Let me guess. You’re the one with an illegal beer at his chair.”
    Noah glanced over his shoulder and saw the bottle. Watched Tate eye it. “The brochure did not mention anything about forbidding alcohol.”
    “It actually did.”
    She grabbed her plate and dodged around Noah to go over and greet Tate with a hug and cheek-kisses. Noah realized he got screwed on the hello kiss from Lexy. They should be at the makeup sex point by now, but Lexy proved more stubborn than he expected.
    Leave out a few historical details here and there and the woman went nuts. Why she even cared about his past ticked him off. None of it mattered. That’s why it was in the past . It was over. Since it sucked, it should stay buried and forgotten. She should trust him and move forward. Picking through history could only lead to trouble.
    And Lexy qualified as a trouble magnet.
    Her decision making made him wish for a less independent woman. Maybe one with fewer smarts and no inclination to take off on her own. Sounded better than the reality where she broke it off, handed over the reins of her private marketing firm to her partner, and ran two states away to sit around in a bikini without him.
    For a woman who thrived on perpetual motion, ran her own company, and worked for the family business on the side, she was spending a lot of time sitting around doing nothing. The scenario did not make any sense.
    Tate threw an arm around Lexy’s shoulders and pulled her close. “Alexa, I didn’t know you were engaged.”
    “I’m not.”
    “But, I thought…” Tate glanced at Noah. Whatever Tate saw convinced him to let go of Lexy and sit down.
    Good choice. Two more seconds and Noah would have body blocked the guy into the wall. Gay or not, no man had the right to paw Lexy.
    “We’re having some trouble communicating at the moment, but we’ll work it out,” Noah said instead of