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tainted her freaking shoes? “Probably in the kitchen. Didn’t we….” The memory of her legs wrapped around his waist acted like a cattle prod to his system. He’d never get the image of her out of his head—their gazes locked as he moved inside her, lids heavy on her dark eyes, but not enough to disguise the intensity of what she’d felt. What they’d both felt. It had mesmerized them.
    “Yeah, after the hallway fiasco, we fucked there,” she said, her disgust plain.
    Strike two . Now the real Zoe was finally surfacing. “Right. Then the family room and the bedroom.”
    Through clenched teeth, she ground out, “Just let me know if you find my shoe.”
    Oh, she was primed. Here we go. The truth . “What?” He braced for her inevitable attack.
    She jerked upward to glare. “I actually thought we connected tonight. Don’t ask me why I thought that; obviously, conversation wasn’t a big part of this date. My stupid imagination, I suppose. The way you looked at me while we….” Her jaw trembled, and she snapped her mouth closed.
    Nice act. “We did connect. First in the hallway, then the kitchen, then the—” A pillow whumped his head. “Hey.”
    She held up a hand. “Sorry.” A shake of her head, and her dark eyes held fire. “No, I’m not. Not about that. About tonight, yes. I don’t care if you fire me, but I have to say it. I can’t believe you’re such a jerk.”
    Hallelujah. She made it easy for him. “Okay, you’re fired.”
    Her shoulders slumped. “What?”
    Got her attention now. “I said, you’re fired.” So why didn’t it feel like the huge payback, the immense release he’d been waiting for all these years? It sucked, frankly.
    Tears shimmered in her eyes. “Just like that? I’m history?”
    “Apparently.” If she only knew. She’d always been history, textbook unrequited love. And now it felt like he was losing her for real—only it didn’t have to be that way.
    She drew in a ragged breath and her mouth tightened into a grim line.
    Outside, a car horn blared.
    “Oh thank God.” She hurried to the door.
    “You know why.” He had to know the truth, right now, or it would haunt him forever.
    “The only thing I know is, this night started out badly and is ending horribly. In the middle, there were some really, really great parts. But not great enough for you.”
    “Come on, Zoe. You know who I am.”
    She threw up her hands. “Yes, yes, Ty Hardin. Fitness guru. Almighty asshole.”
    Could it possibly be true? “Think harder.”
    Her face blanked, then she frowned. “Are you playing some game again? I did get that sense when you first walked into the restaurant.”
    “That you knew me.”
    “No, when you tossed out those cryptic remarks. Of course I know who you are. I’d have to be an idiot not to know who owns the place where I work. You’ve seen me teaching classes.”
    Either she deserved an Oscar, or he’d totally screwed up. “Seriously. Think back. Who else did you know by the name of Ty Hardin?”
    “What?” The way she stared, he’d gone bonkers.
    “Oh, man. High school?” If she didn’t answer in the next few seconds, he’d fall to his knees and beg forgiveness.
    The confusion clouding her face cleared, but the frown remained. “A boy named Tyson once went to my school. Not for long.”
    A groan escaped. He stepped closer. “You don’t recognize me, do you?”
    “You’re saying that you’re him? That Ty Hardin?” She laughed and waved him off. “Oh stop. You’re nothing like him, physically or otherwise.”
    Bazinga—three, and you’re out . There was the bitch he remembered. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
    The taxi horn honked again.
    Her expression turned helpless when she glanced out the window and back at him. “Impossible. Anyway, Tyson went to my school for about six months, then transferred.”
    “Guess why, Zoe.” The pain of those days flooded his memory. The hurt of loneliness, wanting to be near her.
    She