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always had a healthy appetite so he knew there must be something wrong. What was the right way to approach it?
    “Is something bothering you?” he asked, reaching out to take her hand but she pulled it off the table out of his reach. His brows pulled together. She was avoiding personal contact in the same way she had hugged him rather than kissed him when she greeted him. She stared at her hands, the final clue of something she was putting off telling him, some piece of news she wasn’t sure how he would take.
    “Just say it. Whatever it is, just say it.”
    “I want to break up,” she blurted out.
    Dick fell back against his chair, unable to keep the shock off his face. Of all the things he could imagine, that was not one of them. They had only seen each other yesterday so what could have changed in a day?
    “Why?” It was all he could think of to ask as he stared at her.
    Kerry wrapped her arms around herself, rubbing her arms like she was cold. She wouldn’t look at him and bit her lip, unable to answer him.
    Dick felt hurt. “If you can’t look at me and tell me why, then I am not going to sit here and accept that.”
    Kerry raised her face to look at him and she was crying. Tears hadn’t fallen yet but they were there in her eyes.
    “I just want to break up,” she said but her words were strangled like she really didn’t want to say them.
    Dick smacked his hands on the table and stared her down. She jumped a little like he’d hit her not the table.
    “I don’t believe you.” He watched her face. “Does this have something to do with that guy?”
    Kerry dropped her eyes. “No,” she barked defensively.
    Dick scanned the tables around them to see who listened to their conversation. He stood up, walking around to her side of the table. He wrapped his fingers around her wrists ,pulling her to her feet.
    Kerry didn’t fight his grip. She just followed along behind him as they left the food court for someplace quiet to talk. He dragged her down the corridor leading to the bathrooms and backed her up against the wall.
    “What is going on?” he demanded a proper answer from her.
    “Please Richard.”
    “Don’t you dare,” he said, stepping closer to her so she could feel his hot breath on her skin.
    She looked at him as if he were the one breaking up with her, her heart breaking.
    “Don’t put distance between us by calling me that. You know my name.”
    “Please, I can’t explain. Please don’t,” she begged him but he had a head of steam on now and was not going to let it go.
    “Say my name,” he growled, advancing on her.
    She pressed her back right up against the wall, flattening herself to it like it would ground her. “Richard,” she said softly.
    He gripped her arms tightly and brought them nose to nose. “Kerry,” he made her name a warning.
    Kerry shivered under his touch and swallowed forcibly. “Dick.”
    He wrapped his hand into the back of her hair, gripping it tight and making her gasp. He planted a fierce kiss on her mouth, demanding her compliance. Kerry wrapped her arms around him after a few seconds, holding him close. Dick pressed against her, holding her to the wall with a new hardened part of his anatomy. He broke the kiss, smiling triumphantly into her face.
    “You still want me. You can’t pretend that you don’t.”
    Kerry knew she shouldn’t be kissing another man but it wasn’t just any man, it was Dick. Mating dance or not, mate or not, the ceremony couldn’t overwhelm her heart. It couldn’t erase her memories of the time they spent together—the days just hanging out and the nights curled around each other’s bodies in passion. Her want, her need for Caleb was something primal, something that affected her body but not her mind. Caleb hadn’t attempted any kind of romance yet.
    Dick laced his fingers through her hair, drawing her into the men’s room with him. It was luckily empty as he pulled her into one of the cubicles.
    “What are we doing in