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for a reason,” Mitch reminded. “No matter how much stronger she is or how much healing she’s done, that reason hasn’t changed.”
    “Maybe we were wrong about her. I’m willing to consider it. Hell, I’m willing to consider we might be wrong about ourselves.”
    “I still say you’re thinking with your dick and not your head.”
    “Yeah, well, maybe I am, but thinking with my head hasn’t gotten me anywhere but miserable since the day I walked away from that woman.”
    Mitch sighed, knowing thinking with his head only managed to put him in the same boat as Jacob. “We screw this up and we’re wrong, we could hurt her.”
    “We do this right and we’re right, we could have her,” Jacob countered.
    “It’s a hell of a risk.” One Mitch couldn’t say for certain he felt willing to take. He had never been able to justify, even to himself, the feeling that came over him the moment he saw Angel Dalton. He had wanted women before her, even yearned for them badly enough to keep him awake at night. But he had never wanted to own a woman, to keep her wrapped securely in his arms even as he delivered the wickedest, mostly unspeakable passion to her that a man could give.
    “It is.” Jacob nodded. “Walk if you want, man, but the only place I’m headed is up those stairs. For once, I’m figuring on spending the night with the woman in the flesh rather than another endless one of her haunting my dreams.”
    “One night won’t be enough.” If only it could be. What Mitch wouldn’t give to have her tonight, walk away tomorrow, and be free of the demonic needs and reasons that kept him imprisoned these last months.
    “No,” Jacob agreed, “but it’s a hell of a place to start.”

Chapter Three

    Angel toyed with the idea of eavesdropping but decided better of it. Partly afraid of what she might overhear and half-anxious to use these few moments alone to explore, she topped the stairs and turned into the first open doorway on her left. Jacob’s bedroom.
    She let the smile come as she paused to take in her surroundings. It didn’t surprise her to be greeted by a floor strewn with clothes, a nightstand cluttered by papers and empty glasses, and an unmade bed. Her attention faltered there. The sight of the rumpled sheets and creased pillows sent her belly fluttering with equal doses of anxiety and eagerness.
    A braver woman might have slipped naked between those navy sheets and waited for company. After the bold way she had greeted Mitch, the way she had touched him, and the seductive challenge she had left lingering in the air, she didn’t think she had enough courage left to pull off that one.
    “Baby steps,” she whispered as she turned, spotting the open closet on her right. “You’re doing well. You’ve come this far. You’ll go all the way. One baby step at a time.”
    Her smile returned, and she giggled softly, shaking her head as she took in the empty hangers scattered among the few articles of clothing occupying Jacob’s closet. The man needed a housekeeper, someone to tidy up the place.
    “Or a redheaded Angel willing to take up that job and more,” she sing-songed. She pushed aside a well-worn pair of jeans, a couple of flannel shirts, and a wool sweater as the words to Keith Urban’s “You Look Good in My Shirt” started to play in her head. The song faded a moment later, replaced by her thoughts when her fingers landed on a silk black shirt with long sleeves and rhinestone buttons.
    “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” She pulled the shirt from the hanger, holding it up in front of her for a better inspection. “Definitely a gift.” She couldn’t imagine Jacob ever buying anything like this for himself. “But a gift from whom?” She decided she likely didn’t want to know the answer.
    “That’s neither here nor there,” she told herself as she laid the shirt on the foot of the bed. She toed off her tennis shoes, at the same time catching the hem of her tank-top