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lips. Fuck Tower Bridge at sunset—he’d been waiting for this moment.
    He reached around her, the tips of his fingers finding the curve of her lower back. Barely any pressure at all brought her chest flush with his sternum as he tilted his body toward hers. Her breasts brushed him as her breath quickened, and he leaned down to cover her mouth with his.
    Soft. Her lips, her breasts, the hip he stroked. Everywhere, her softness cradled him, bringing not the expected comfort but a burst of excitement so electrifying it bordered on painful. Concentrating his focus on her mouth, he teased her lips, nibbling, tugging, tasting an intoxicating hint of her sweetness before desire swept over him. Her body trembled beneath his hands, and he tugged her tightly against him to share his warmth, at the same moment moving one hand to cup her cheek and the other to insinuate under the hem of her shirt, resting on the hot skin of her back. Her mouth opened on a gasp, and he pressed his advantage, his tongue—
    Pain!
    He jerked back, hand flying to cover his mouth, where his tongue seethed in excruciating pain.
    “You bit me?” The words sounded thick, and he gently tested his tongue against the roof of his mouth and backs of his teeth. Everything seemed intact. No tang of blood. The agony eased surprisingly quickly, leaving only a dull throb and a body nearly numb with shock.
    Caitlyn’s wide, terrified eyes stared at him over the hands she pressed against her mouth. Her chest heaved with panicked breaths.
    He’d scared her. He’d made a move and clearly scared the shit out of her.
    “Did I hurt you?” she whispered through bloodless fingers.
    “No.” Not for lack of trying. Jesus, he’d never felt like such a monster in his life. No matter what the papers said about him, he’d never, never made a move on an unwilling woman. He had to escape, to flee the humiliation before it trapped him again. “I’m sorry, Caitlyn. I—I’m just very sorry.”
    He turned and left, dodging honking cars as he jogged across the Highway and never once glanced back. Oh God, of all the women in the world, he had to insult the one who’d saved his granddad? The old man was the only father he’d known and his single living relative. When he died, Spencer would have no one.
    This woman had given him the most precious gift—a reprieve from life without a family—and what had he done? To be quite honest, he wasn’t sure. But something she hadn’t liked.
    His jog slowed to a fast walk as he rounded the corner by the newspaper offices. Damn it, he’d even done it in front of the tabloids that had hunted him for years.
    Bailey , you are a fucking moron.
    * * *
    Caitlyn’s heart hung heavy, weighed down with the fear she would never be normal. Too many memories barred her from enjoying simple intimacies.
    God in heaven, she’d actually bitten him. How appalling!
    When Caitlyn pushed open the door to her apartment, her flatmate and colleague, Emma Taylor, stood in the bathroom brushing her teeth. Emma took one look at Caitlyn’s face and, cupping a hand around her mouth to contain her toothpastey drool, said, “Wha’ ha’ened?”
    “Can we talk about it tomorrow? It’s been a really long day.”
    Emma stared at her a moment, clearly realizing something was wrong. After a few seconds, she bent over and spat into the sink. “I hate to make it even longer, but Postroom Pete gave me a letter for you before I left work. It’s on your bed.”
    Caitlyn sighed. She should have known that, of all days, she’d get a letter today. Damn Postroom Pete for giving it to Emma instead of leaving it facedown on her in tray. He’d probably tried to pump Emma for information she didn’t have and would be too classy to divulge even if she did.
    Caitlyn strode down the short hall to her bedroom doorway and stared at the unopened envelope on her twin bed. She closed the distance between her door and bed in one small step, picked up the envelope with the most