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coats as they continued to talk. She backed into the shadowy doorway of the business next door as they headed for the exit, but hiding didn’t do her any good. They turned as a group in her direction, heading for the parking lot around the corner of the building. The brunette and the woman were caught up in conversation and didn’t seem to notice her, but the blond’s face fell and turned bitter as he recognized her, standing there in the cold and dark.
    She lowered her eyes and waited for them to pass.
    “Just go home,” she whispered to herself when she was alone on the street again.
    She’d made a huge mistake—seventeen of them, in fact—in a misguided act of revenge that hadn’t accomplished anything more than making her feel hugely ashamed of herself.
    Although the last one, no matter what she tried to tell herself, hadn’t felt like a mistake. George had felt…good, right. She’d been trying for weeks to forget him and the night they’d spent together. She’d thrown herself into her work and finally made an effort to start putting the pieces of her life back together, thinking the busier she kept herself, the easier it would be to just leave well enough alone.
    Then Stephanie had called and told her he’d shown up at the chocolate store looking for her.
    Her hand closed around the car keys in her coat pocket. She’d just about talked her feet into carrying her away from the bar, and him, forever when the first of the neon signs went out.
    Sarah hurried to the door, pulled it open.
    “We’re closed,” he said, his expression unreadable.
    “I’m not here for a drink.”
    She didn’t go in, just stood in the doorway wondering if she’d made another bad choice, her heart hammering with an odd mixture of fear and happiness to see him again.
    His eyebrows went up a fraction of an inch.
    “Strike out wherever you’ve been since you stopped coming here?” he asked coolly.
    Uncertainty washed over her like ice water.
    She straightened her spine. “You’re an asshole.”
    She turned to leave, but he caught her by the elbow and pulled her inside.
    “Where have you been?” he demanded quietly, backing her against the closed door.
    “Nowhere.” She glared up at him, her teeth on edge.
    “Bullshit.” He was eerily calm. “Where have you been?”
    Anger rushed through her. “I haven’t been anywhere,” she bit back. “Let me leave.”
    He slapped his hands to the door on either side of her head and she flinched, surprised but not afraid. “Who else have you been with?” he asked, his expression still unnervingly placid.
    Her face flushed hot and she looked away.
    “Tell me, Red,” he whispered close to her ear. “Who?”
    “No one,” she whispered back.
    From the corner of her eye she saw his head move back slightly.
    She looked him in the eye. “I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
    She wasn’t sure he was going to say anything else, it took him so long to respond.
    “What are you doing here?” he asked.
    She was so confused, angry, unbelievably ashamed of herself for thinking seeing him again might be a good thing. “I heard you were looking for me,” she answered.
    He shrugged. “So?”
    How much worse could baring her soul be after baring her body to him the way she had?
    “I can’t stop thinking about you, George.”
    His gaze traveled over her face, her hair, rested on her mouth for a moment before meeting hers again. She braced herself against the fierce look in his eyes, and then he leaned in.
    His kiss was hot, hungry and possessive. She felt herself opening from the core out, heat flooding her sex with the memory of what he felt like naked and the anticipation of what his kiss promised was yet to come. She moaned into his mouth when his hands dropped and pulled her jeans open roughly, breathed out a harsh “yes” when he bent long enough to shove them to the floor. She stepped out of those and her shoes, her body already starting to tremble, pleasure rippling