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really he wanted to rest his arm on her shoulders.
    He felt like a teenager. Though when he’d been a teen he’d lusted for pretty boys at school. Or rugged boys. Big, tough rangy teenage football players who made him feel all dizzy and hot inside.
    Funny, now it was a pretty little sprite of a woman who made him feel all dizzy and hot inside.
    “If you’re thinking about trying to kiss me again I’m going to tell you don’t do it,” she warned, her voice low.
    Now that startled him. But he didn’t move away from her. “Why not?”
    She turned to face him. “So you are thinking about kissing me.”
    “You have very pretty lips.” He nuzzled her hair, breathed deep its clean, crisp fragrance. He could inhale her all night long.
    “I don’t like public displays of affection,” she admitted, sounding prim, her shoulders stiffening when his arm dropped around them.
    “No one can see us.” His mouth moved to brush against her temple.
    “We’re in the middle of a restaurant.”
    He withdrew from her a bit to study her. “I kissed you in an alley. I had one hand up your shirt and my other hand up your skirt. You must admit that was a pretty blatant display of affection.”
    “No one saw us. It was dark,” she answered in a very small voice. Her cheeks flushed pink, and she looked so damn innocent it threw him.
    Eric withdrew from her, went back to where he originally sat. Frustration ran through him, flowed through his veins, throbbed throughout his entire body and he wondered what this woman’s game was.
    Everyone had a game. His was to conquer as many as he could as fast as he could. Was she a ball buster? Did she enjoy letting men hang on a string? She sure seemed to.
    “You’re mad,” she finally said after the silence between them went on too long.
    “Frustrated,” he answered. “I don’t get you.” He decided to be honest.
    She frowned. “Can’t I just be your friend?”
    “Is that really all you want?’ He guzzled the rest of the soda down, wishing yet again for liquor. The minute he left this woman he would go find a bar, get drunk and get laid.
    He immediately felt like shit for the thought.
    “Listen.” She reached across the table and settled her hand over his. Her skin was pale against his, her fingers small, elegant. A plain silver band circled the ring finger on her right hand, and he wondered idly who gave it to her. “I like you. I think you need a friend as much as I do. So why can’t we start out as just…friends?”
    “I don’t start out as just friends with anyone.”
    She smiled and gave his hand a squeeze. “Maybe that’s your problem.”
    “Are you saying I have a problem?” He withdrew his hand from beneath hers, immediately feeling defensive.
    “I—I didn’t mean it like that.” She shook her head and despite his mounting anger and frustration he couldn’t help but think how pretty she looked.
    And how disappointed he was she didn’t want to move this into the sexual adventure zone right away.
    “Listen.” He sighed, ran a hand through his hair. “I’m on edge, and I’m acting like an asshole. Don’t forget I warned you about that, you know.”
    “I know.” She nodded, nibbling on that lush lower lip. Lust coursed through his veins and unbelievably, he felt himself grow hard. Jesus, he was ridiculous. “It’s just after everything that’s happened to me, I’m really not ready for anything like—this.”
    “Like what?” Now that statement intrigued him. What exactly was she talking about?
    She rolled her eyes, looked vaguely uncomfortable. “You know.”
    “No, I really don’t.” He shook his head, perplexed. And damn it, feeling a little hopeful too.
    “There’s a connection here.” She whispered the last two words, her gaze sliding this way and that, as if she didn’t want anyone to hear she just admitted that. “Between us. Can’t you feel it?”
    “Baby, I feel it so much I can hardly control myself.” Again he slid toward her,