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tranquility. His chest was still tight with churning emotions when
he’d swallowed the drought, though, and he doubted the rest of the
six pack in his fridge would do the trick—even if he could afford
it.
    Which he couldn’t.
    Sobriety was a must in his
situation—when it could mean his life if he wasn’t totally clear
minded at all times.
    And then there was the job—the career
that was a big part of his strategy. If he got called in and he was
only mildly lit there went the future he’d planned!
    Finishing off his beer, he
dropped the empty bottle in the recycle bin and headed toward his
bunk, stripping off his clothes as he went. He needed a shower, but
he was dead tired and beyond that, he could smell her scent on his skin.
Dropping naked on the bunk flat of his back, he draped an arm
across his eyes, sucking in a deep breath to capture her lingering
scent and enjoying the way it stirred his blood.
    “ Stupid, mindless fuck,”
he muttered as the images he’d been relishing faded and far less
pleasant memories filled his mind. “No control. None!”
    He’d been so certain he understood
these people, that he’d learned their ways well enough that he
could pass—even if he allowed the intimacy necessary to convince
the woman of his desires to accept him as a mate ….
    Everything, it seemed, had
conspired against him, leaving him wide open and helpless to grasp
any semblance of control to start with. If he’d been prepared,
known beforehand that he would run into her after so many years, he
might have had some hope of not making a complete fucking ass out
of himself, but he hadn’t been. It had come as a complete and
total, stunning surprise to discover it was Chelsey he’d been hired
to entertain and his mind had turned to pure mush. The hope/fantasy
had instantly gripped his mind that she’d asked for him. He didn’t
think he’d really believed it any of the time. He hadn’t seen so
much as a flicker of recognition in her eyes, but he’d
fucking wanted to
believe it. And if that hadn’t been enough to focus his mind
completely on getting his hands on her at long last and doing all
the things he’d wanted to, the realization that she was drinking
and vulnerable because of that had certainly fired his
blood.
    He wasn’t proud of it, but he also
hadn’t been in any frame of mind to look a gift horse in the
mouth—not when he’d wanted her so bad he could taste it for years.
Not even his pride had protected him one iota.
    She’d wanted him, though. She might
not have known who he was, but he’d damned well been with enough
women to know desire when he saw it, to feel it in a woman’s touch
and recognize the breathless little sounds of pleasure they made
when they enjoyed his touch.
    It rankled that she hadn’t known him.
It made him vaguely ill to realize that he hadn’t cared, still
didn’t, had in fact been relieved that she hadn’t—because she sure
as hell wouldn’t have let him touch her if she had!
    No doubt, in her mind, he would always
be the troubled, ‘problem’ kid who used to sit through her class
imagining what it would be like to fuck her until she screamed his
name. He’d never doubted she knew exactly what was going through
his mind either, because although she never said anything, she
would blush when she noticed him looking at her. It had amused him
to watch the effect he had on her, given him a sense of power when
he saw how flustered she was.
    It almost made up for the way she’d
made him feel when she’d tried to convince him to go to counseling
for the ‘abuse’—the background his superiors had cooked up for him.
She’d told him he was too smart to throw his life away and end up
like his old man—a useless drunk that spent as much time in jail as
out of it. Not that she’d said that, but she’d said enough that he
wasn’t in any doubt she knew about the history that had been
invented as his cover and that had been a painful pill to swallow,
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