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ass. She wants you for herself.”
    The entire bar, including Brad and his
fiancée, had gone silent, listening to the soap opera.
    “If you’re dumping me, at least be honest
about the reason,” she said. “You want to screw her.”
    “Stop it,” Grace cried.
    “And you…” Susie rounded on Grace. “Surely
you’re not going to claim that you aren’t in love with Antonio.”
    “Of course she isn’t,” Antonio denied.
    “Really?” Susie asked. “Why don’t you let
her answer?”
    “I—”
    “But then she doesn’t need to answer. Her
heart’s in her eyes and always has been.”
    “Grace?” Antonio turned to her, searching
her face, her eyes.
    “I don’t—” She began to say she
didn’t love him, but then Grace knew she couldn’t lie. She knew her face must
reflect what she felt. Stricken with shame and face flaming, her eyes filled to
almost overflowing with tears.
    “You want to make my humiliation
complete?” she asked, her eyes locked with his. “All right, I admit it. I love
you so much I ache with it. So much it feels like someone is pulling a rib out
of my body an inch at a time.”
    Antonio said nothing. Absolutely nothing.
He just stood there gawking at her with his mouth hanging open.
    “And now I’m just…gonna go.” Grace pushed
past Susie, heading toward the exit. She just couldn’t face Antonio. Life would
never be the same. She’d have to quit her job. Hell, she’d have to move away.
Joking with Antonio. Seeing him. Just being with him had been the only thing
that kept her breathing…Now all that was gone. The despair choked the breath
from her lungs, but she forced her legs to keep moving. She pushed past first a
man then a female customer. The woman’s foot crunched under her shoe.
    “Ow. Watch it.”
    Grace barely registered the words or the
woman’s elbow as she passed. Her vision was focused on the door. The door.
Getting to the door was all that mattered. She had to get out of the bar. Out
of town. Maybe out of the state. The look on his face had said it all. Shock.
Distress. Pity. She couldn’t stand the pity. Finally, the exit was in reach.
    Grasping the handle, she heard a voice
behind her. “Grace.”
    She pushed and then burst outside. The
fresh air did nothing to clear the lump in her throat. She darted in the
direction of her vintage VW Bug parked at the end of the block. When she
reached the car, she leaned her head against the top, fumbling the keys out of
her pocket. After she extracted them, she couldn’t seem to get the key into the
lock of the driver’s side door, her hands were trembling too violently, and she
dropped them. Grace swiped at the blinding tears leaking from her eyes.
    “Stop.” Antonio’s hand fell heavily on her
shoulder. “Stop running away from me.” He pulled her around to face him, and
his intense eyes penetrated her. “No more hiding. Talk to me.”
    “I can’t,” she sobbed, and hung her head.
    “Then we’ll do it your way,” he said. “No
talking.” Forcing her face up with one hand, Antonio lowered his head. Closer
through interminable moments he came until their lips met. His, sure and
strong. Hers, tentative and trembling. Slowly at first, and tenderly, Antonio
kissed her. He drank deeply from her mouth, his tongue darting in through her
lips to duel with hers. The bands of his arms surrounded her, imprisoning her
against his body as his hand fisted in her hair to hold her still for more
thorough exploration of his mouth.
    Antonio backed her against the VW, one
hand pressed against the window, his thigh inserting itself between hers. With
his pelvis grinding his erection into her belly, and his broad chest
tantalizing her, a buzz of pleasure exploded along Grace’s nerve endings.
    Her right hand crept up to caress his nape
as the left moved under his suit jacket to stroke his back, down his spine and
then his ass. Grace clutched at one lusciously muscled cheek through the silk
blend of his pants, and