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toward
her.
    “What’s this?” she asked.
    “The gentleman asked me to give this to you once your work
was done.”
    His gaze darted to the door, but when hers followed, no one
was there.
    She thanked him, then hurried to a private corner of the
room to see what was inside. She slipped her finger beneath the flap and
withdrew what she somehow expected—a key card with Shaw’s room number scrawled
on the plastic, along with a single word.
    Please.
    How could she say no?
    She thought about detouring to her room to change and primp,
but the minute the elevator doors closed behind her, she pressed the button for
his floor rather than hers. She didn’t even hesitate when she reached his room,
using the key card without knocking.
    She needed to know everything that Shaw knew about her, not
just a few details. Once he filled in all the blanks, she could turn away from
the past and focus on the future.
    Hopefully, one that included him.
    “Shaw?”
    The room was romantically lit, though she grinned when she
realized that he’d achieved the effect through the strategic placement of
votives he’d swiped from the appetizer tables at tonight’s event. He was
waiting for her beside the bed, his hands slung into his jeans, his stark white
shirt unbuttoned just enough to show off his tanned upper chest. His tuxedo
jacket, a throw-back to the elegant sixties, hugged his shoulders in a way that
sapped her breath.
    The fact that he’d worn something vintage touched her heart.
She didn’t know if he was tipping his hat to her personal style or if he shared
her fashion sense—but either way, the detail diminished her anger until there
was nothing left but unanswered questions.
    “I’m glad you came,” he said.
    She tossed his key card onto the bed.
    “We have some unfinished business,” she replied. “I need to
know everything I said that night, Shaw. Everything I did. All of it, down to
the last gory detail.”
    He smiled and the sweetness in his eyes soothed her nerves.
    “Nothing about it was gory,” he assured her. “It was actually
kind of amazing. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole truth before.”
“I know. I’m sorry I wasn’t ready to listen last night. Everything happened so
fast—”
    “I let things go too far,” he argued. “I should have told
you before we went so far. But yet again, what you were offering was kind of
hard to resist.”
    “Think you can resist me now? Long enough to fill in the
blanks?”
    “I’m going to do one better. I’m going to help you remember
yourself.”
    She shook her head. “That’s impossible.”
    “Maybe, but I thought, if I recreated the night for you, let
you go through the motions, maybe it’ll trigger something.”
    Oh, it was going to trigger something, all right, but she
doubted it would be long-forgotten memories of a night she’d rather forget. Instead,
he was going to stir recollections of last night—fresh and powerful and entirely
more delicious.
    “What do I do?”
    He picked up his phone, which he’d hooked into speakers. He
started a song, then adjusted the volume so that it was loud enough to make an
impact, but not to disturb the hotel guests next door.
    The opening riffs weren’t instantly familiar, but they
provided a steady back beat that allowed her to focus. As she expected, her
mind drifted not to the club she’d been at when she’d been drugged, but to last
night, when he’d been front and center on a stage at the rooftop. The
atmosphere had been balmy and the music had been hot.
    Shaw had been hot. Hot enough to burn.
    He shrugged out of his jacket and folded it over a chair. He
loosened his cuffs and folded them up his muscled forearms. It was a low rent
striptease, but just as effective as any she’d ever seen. An electric wave of
anticipation skittered across her skin.
    “Give me your hand,” he instructed.
    She swallowed deeply, but hesitated. The minute he touched
her, all bets were off. Kate was adept at containing her