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So...”
    “Hard job,” I say, sarcasm dripping from my voice. “Slaving away over a hot chick—”
    “It just reached the kissing stage, Carrie. Right before you moved to town.”
    “I’m supposed to believe that?” I say with a snort.
    His eyes bore into mine.
    I guess I am.
    “There’s nothing sexual going on between me and Claudia. Not...now, and not before. Yes, I kissed her. Yes, we were affectionate. I t was part of dating her to get—” He stands, then walks over to me, crouching down. Mark’s head tips up.  
    H e just made everything in the room shift.
    “Claudia sleeps with so many guys her second nickname is The Mattressback, Mark.” I give him a sour face. “C’mon.”
    He gives me a poker face right back. “If I tell you I didn’t sleep with her, you can believe it. And I’m telling you we didn’t do more than kiss.”
    I want to trust him. I do.
    “And now you’ve saved me from touching her.” His eyes land on the backpack.
    For the first time, I wonder if Effie had more than one motive in giving me those papers. She hates Claudia, and she likes me , so...
    “I should go through those documents in your backpack right now and take photos. Send them to my team. Get them analyzed,” Mark says.  
    “Right now,” I echo.
    Silence blankets us again.
    “ Y eah,” he says, his voice going husky. “That’s what I should do.”
    A plume of unrestrained passion fills my body so fast my fingertips and toes tingle. I’m a mixture of rage and hurt, of longing and arousal. I can’t separate out the pieces of me that are furious with Mark and the other pieces that want him so badly. I find myself gripping the edge of my seat, my fingers under my thighs so I don’t do anything stupid.
    I’m about to throw myself at him and either strangle him or ride him.
    I’m not sure which one I want more.

Chapter Five
    “ What do you want to do?” I whisper. I know the words are like throwing a lit match into a five-gallon bucket of lighter fluid.  
    “I want...” he says, making a frustrated sound, “...to do the right thing, Carrie.”
    I give him a sad, shy smile. “It’s hard to know what that is.”
    O ur eyes lock.
    “No,” he says slowly. He’s still below me, bent down and looking up into my eyes, and he stands, reaching for my hand. “No. I know exactly what’s right.”
    I look at my backpack as he pulls me up. The touch of his fingers against mine feels like a burn. A sweet, wonderful heat.
    “Right. You have to get those documents to the—”
    He’s kissing me suddenly , all warm lips and hot tongue. The pain of torn skin around my lips is dwarfed by passion. My body reaches for his like iron to a magnet, my curves molding to his hardness, his hands on my face, in my hair, caressing my neck and pulling me closer, closer, closer.  
    “I’m sorry,” he murmurs as he pulls back from the kiss. “I am so, so sorry, Carrie. I screwed up everything with your father. I drove you away. I couldn’t tell you the truth. I needed to protect you.”
    L ies. All the lies are gone now, aren’t they? I know everything. So many puzzle pieces that didn’t fit are clicking into place. What once seemed impossible to understand is becoming clear.  
    I have a choice right now. Right this instant.
    I can push Mark away for all his past lies, or I can embrace him and pull him close for telling me the truth.
    I can cling to the past or look forward to the future.
    I can choose pain or pleasure.
    Revenge or reunion.
    I t doesn’t take long for me to decide. Yet it feels like forever.  
    H e stands before me, shirt tight against his chest, jeans resting on his hips like they’re waiting for a command, his eyes filled with atonement and questions. I reach up and run my fingers through his silky waves. His eyes flash with hope. They change color, turning from a light honey to a d eep bourbon . The change makes butterflies release in my stomach.
    As I look at him and he looks back, we share a