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dancing for a few seconds and then asked, “Do I make you nervous?”
    Duh.
    “When you stare at me you do. I’d appreciate it if you would go back to being rude and stare over my head when you speak to me. That
is
why you do it, isn’t it? To be rude?”
    His face lit up. “And to irritate you.”
    “It works. You do irritate me.”
    Would Isabel never finish the song? She was taking forever. Jordan smiled nonchalantly at the couples gliding by as she wished for the dance to end. It would be rude to just walk away, wouldn’t it?
    Noah nudged her chin up with his index finger and looked squarely at her. “May I make a suggestion?” he asked.
    “Sure,” she said. “Suggest away.”
    “You ought to think about getting into the game.”
    She sighed. “What game would that be?”
    “Life.”
    Apparently he wasn’t through giving her suggestions on ways to improve her dull existence.
    “Do you know the difference between you and me?” he asked.
    “I can think of more than a thousand differences.”
    “I eat the dessert.”
    “And what’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
    “Only that life’s too short. Sometimes you just have to eat dessert first.”
    She knew where this was going. “I get it. I watch life while you live it. I know you think I should do something spontaneous instead of always planning everything out, but for your information, I’m already doing something spontaneous.”
    “Yeah?” he asked, and the challenge was there in his voice. “What’s that?”
    “Spontaneous,” she stalled.
    “And what would that be?”
    She knew he didn’t believe her. Come hell or high water, she was determined to do something spontaneous, even if it killed her. The satisfaction of wiping that arrogant know-it-all grin off his face would be worth any sacrifice, even if it wasn’t logical.
    “I’m going to Texas,” she said, enforcing her decision with a nod.
    “What for?” he asked.
    “Why am I going to Texas?” She didn’t have the faintest idea at first, but fortunately, she was a quick thinker. Before he could say another word, she answered her own question.
    “I’m going on a treasure hunt.”

P AUL N EWTON P RUITT LOVED WOMEN . H E LOVED EVERYTHING about them: their soft, smooth skin; their feminine scent; the luxurious feel of their silky hair brushing over his chest; the erotic sounds they made when he touched them. He loved their infectious laughter, their stimulating screams of delight.
    He didn’t discriminate. The color of their hair or the color of their eyes or their skin—he loved them all. Tall, short, thin, fat. It didn't matter. They were all wonderful, and to him, each one was so very unique.
    Admittedly, he had a special fondness for the way some of them smiled at him. It was a smile he couldn't possibly describe. He only knew that one glance his way and his heart raced. The lure was that powerful. He simply couldn't resist, couldn't say no. Beguiling and enticing. That certain smile never failed to captivate him.
    Before he’d had to shape up and change his behavior in order to survive, he’d been quite the ladies’ man. And that wasn’t his ego talking. It was just the way it was. He’d been irresistible back then.
    But things were different now.
    In his old life, if he grew bored, he would say his good-bye with expensive gifts so there wouldn’t be any ill feelings toward him. He could not bear to think that even one of his women would ever hate him. Only when he knew for certain that he had pleased them could he move on to the next lovely, sometimes enchanting, woman. And there was always another one.
    Until Marie. He had fallen in love with her, and his life had changed forever. The life he knew was gone. Paul Newton Pruitt was gone. A new name. A new identity. A new life. No one would ever find him.

S HE HAD TO BE OUT OF HER EVER - LOVING MIND . A TREASURE hunt? What had she been thinking? Apparently she’d been more interested in proving to Noah Clayborne