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    Seated on a low couch, Jacob felt at a little disadvantage. He was unaccustomed to people towering over him, especially when they had a very unhappy frown on their face.
    Maggie gave Sasha a pointed look before making a shooing motion with her hands. “You performed your little task, now beat it.”
    The disgruntled look on Sasha’s face wasn’t a sight Jacob was likely to forget anytime soon. Jacob’s lieutenant sent a significant glance his way before retreating to the velvet rope barrier separating the VIP section from the rest of the club.
    Maggie glanced around, seeming to take in the grouping of couches, the private bar, and the lack of any other patrons in sight. Then she snorted. “You’ve got the place to yourself tonight, hmm, Mr. VIP?”
    “It seemed prudent,” Jacob ventured.
    “Oh yes, because you’ve recently been in the news for all of your criminal activities !” She took a dramatic step back and put her palm on her chest. “But don’t worry. There wasn’t enough evidence to indict so that probably means it’s all just trumped up charges the cops used to harass you. Right?”
    “Actually, no.” Jacob had no idea if he was taking the right tactic here or not. “A lack of evidence does not mean a lack of criminal activities.”
    “So that’s supposed to make me feel better ?” she shouted. “What the hell, Jacob? You couldn’t have mentioned to me that night what you do for a living?”
    He raised his eyebrows. “You’re the one who was going on and on about wanting a one-night stand. Do you really think people are particularly honest about themselves in that situation?”
    “Well I was!”
    Jacob got to his feet and captured her hands. “I know, and that is what made you a singular standout to me. Nobody has ever been that honest with me before. It absolutely boggled my mind.”
    “Honest?” She looked confused. “I didn’t even tell you my last name.”
    “But you told me every single thought that went through you mind.” Jacob laughed at the memory. “You detailed all of your apprehensions about one-night stand protocol. You expressed to me exactly what you wanted in and out of the bed, and I loved every single second.”
    “Oh.”
    Jacob caressed her cheek. “I’m sorry if you feel I lied to you.”
    “I kept waiting for you to contact me.” Two lines appeared between her brows. “When you didn’t I decided you found another piece of tail to chase.”
    “First,” he began dryly. “You’re not a piece of tail. Second, I didn’t want to inadvertently drag you into this bullshit with the police.”
    “Appreciated, really.” Her tone dripped sarcasm. She pulled her hands out of his and lifted her palms to her cheeks. “I should really be going.”
    “Why? You just got here.”
    “I know,” she said with a bob of her head. “But now it seems like a really bad idea.”
    “Why?” Jacob was willing to do just about anything to convince her to stay the night with him.
    “Well, to be frank,” she began ruefully. “I’m really horny lately and trying to make good decisions when I’m horny is pretty much a failing proposition.”
    Jacob nearly choked on the laugh that wanted to burst forth. “Is this where you tell me that you’re usually not this bold, but you’ve been drinking?”
    “Nope, I’m totally sober. The only thing I’ve had is ginger ale.” She moved away from him toward the bar. “And I would actually like another one. I’m so damn thirsty!”
    Jacob signaled the bartender. The man flipped a glass right side up and used the soda wand to fill it with fizzy ginger ale. Maggie grabbed the drink and swallowed the whole thing in one long pull. She slammed it back down on the bar and gestured for another.
    Jacob couldn’t help but feel as if there was something a little off about Maggie tonight. Although he barely knew the woman so he might be completely off base. Still, he had the urge to take her back to his place and bundle her up in