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her straight in the eye. “First off I don’t lie, ever. That’s not the kind of guy I am. I promise I’ll always be upfront with you. As to your other question - my best friend Nick was supposed to be meeting me but he stood me up because his wife went into labour. They’re both in the hospital in Martigny with my brand new godson, Tomas, born about an hour ago.”
    It wasn’t what she’d been expecting to hear and it threw her momentarily.
    “Oh, I see.” Had she been wrong-footed? It was only fair she double-checked he wasn’t spoken for, wasn’t it?
    “Does that satisfy your curiosity? Were you hoping a girl had stood me up? Because I have to say I’ve never had it happen yet; have you ever been stood up?”
    “I don’t have to answer you, I’m not the one who threw a two,” she replied haughtily, pulling her legs up underneath her, curling up on the seat beside him.
    No, of course he’d never been stood up. That only ever happened to mere mortals.
    “I believe it’s your throw,” Zac said, retrieving the dice from where they’d fallen to the floor. He placed one hand on her thigh as he handed it to her and her flesh responded eagerly to his touch. She wanted to give in with abandon, really she did but…
    Would she ever be free of Tom’s shadow, darkening everything she did? She’d had enough of it. It was ridiculous, why should he get to spoil sex for her indefinitely? If she let thoughts of him intrude and ruin tonight then he was still winning.
    I can’t let him win.
    She leant against Zac’s warm body to indicate she was still interested, aware she’d been giving him as many mixed signals as a malfunctioning traffic light. Maybe he’d think she was playing hard to get?
    She threw a six.
    “The dress.” Zac raised an eyebrow, clearly expecting some objections. His sexy smile made her stomach flip over.
    She’d show him.
    Sod it!
    Zac was gorgeous and this was happening. She took a deep breath and reached behind her back to the zip but her fingers trembled, fumbling with a fastening that stubbornly refused to yield.
    “Let me.” Zac leant forward, his mouth close to her ear as he reached for the zip, his fingers brushing her skin as he pushed her hair aside. She turned her back to him to make it easier. When he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck she almost leapt off the seat. The kiss was so hot it felt like he’d branded her. She shuddered, the air escaping her lungs with a sudden rush. When she’d said she liked her neck kissed she’d chosen it because it was a safe option, she hadn’t realised it could really feel this sexy.
    Gently, slowly he tugged down the zip and the dress fell away. She expected him to touch her or kiss her again. She wanted him to trail kisses down her spine to the small of her back; she was particularly sensitive there.
    He did nothing. And it drove her wild. She needed his touch, her skin craved him.
    She turned to see his eyes, dark with desire as they focused on her with a sensuous intensity, drinking her in. They lowered to her breasts, still covered by a pale pink lacy bra and they stayed there a while, lingering appreciatively.
    The attention was intoxicating, as was knowing that he liked what he saw from the bulge in his jeans.
    It’d been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that. It was amazing how easily her confidence had been eroded. It had been a slow drip, drip into her psyche until one day she’d finally woken up a victim and knew she had to build her own life raft or drown.
    No more, stop thinking about the past.
    Then her eyes locked with Zac’s and she felt so connected to him, so totally and utterly drawn to him that at that moment, rightly or wrongly, she would have trusted him with her life. And right now she trusted he would give her the shag of her life.
    “Your turn mister,” she said, smiling as she tossed him the dice.
    He threw a four.
    Flora considered, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She knew what