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remoteness of the area. “How long have you lived here?”
    “About a year.”
    “I don’t like it.”
    “Gee, Brody, thanks.”
    “I mean it doesn’t look safe. You should move.”
    She rolled her eyes and stepped inside. “Thanks for the ride home. I appreciate it. Good night.”
    He put his hand on the door. “Seriously, Tori. This isn’t the best neighborhood in town. And this apartment is at the end of a remote corridor. Not the best location.”
    “It’s the best I can do, you know?”
    He looked down at her. Always so tough, with that “I can take care of myself” attitude. He knew she had no one to take care of her.
    Hell, she probably didn’t need anyone to take care of her, but right now maybe he needed it.
    He braced his hands on either side of the doorway. “Ask me to come in.”
    Her eyes widened. “What?”
    “Let me come in, Tori.”
    “Why?”
    “I want to see your place.”
    “Why?”
    “Quit asking why and ask me to come in, Tori.”
    She shook her head. “That is so not a good idea, Brody.”
    “I know. In fact, it’s a really bad idea. Ask me to come in, anyway.”

Chapter Four
    Tori’s heart beat so fast she could feel the pounding in her chest.
    Brody wanted in her apartment. What could that mean? A huge mistake, was what it could mean. She should say no. Then again, maybe he was just being chivalrous and wanted to see if the boogeyman was in there. One quick check and then he’d leave.
    But the way he looked at her, his sexy gaze giving her a look that said they had a lot to talk about—or maybe that there’d be no talking at all once she invited him past her threshold—definitely gave her pause.
    She’d kissed him once and all these months later she couldn’t forget the taste of him. She couldn’t afford to mess with Brody, couldn’t handle letting him take her to bed and then deal with the repercussions of that.
    Ridiculous. She was overthinking this, which happened every time she got anywhere near Brody. Then again, this was part of his modus operandi. He messed with your head, and before you knew what was happening, you were naked.
    And then he dumped you.
    “No.”
    He cocked a brow. “What?”
    “You can’t come in.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because...I’m tired.”
    He inched a little closer and she breathed in the scent of him. Cool and crisp and ever so male, she wanted to reach out, grab his jacket and haul his mouth against hers, then kiss him until neither one of them could breathe. Oh, why couldn’t she have what she wanted, damn the consequences?
    “Tori...you don’t look tired. You look...really good tonight.” He reached out and tugged on one of the curls that always seemed to be falling out of the top knot where she twisted her hair up. “Have I ever told you how much I like your hair?”
    “Um...no, you haven’t.” See, there went her brain cells. Everything that screamed intelligent, logical woman had traveled somewhere south, which was now throbbing and screaming his name and begging him to take her and undress her and do wicked things to her.
    He took a step closer. “I really like your hair. It’s soft and sexy and God, that red makes me crazy.”
    She swallowed, or tried to, but there was currently a boulder in her throat making it impossible. “Brody, what are you doing?”
    “Invite me in. You always have such careful control over your life. Tonight, let go. I just want to see if that kiss last Christmas was really as explosive as I thought it was. Did you think it was?”
    “Yes.”
    “So that was a yes.” He crossed her doorway and pushed the door shut behind him, gathered her in his arms and put his mouth on hers.
    Oh, God. He was right. It was an explosion as his fingers dove in her hair and his lips claimed hers and she suddenly couldn’t breathe as everything in her body ignited. She could do nothing but grab on to him, because Brody was a force to be reckoned with. He turned her around and pushed her up against the door,