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didn’t fall right back. He’d also never been dumped. Whether she realized it or not, Lane had done both. By returning and waving that “I’m free” flag in his face, she’d reopened the cut and he’d been determined to get back a bit of his own.
    He’d intended for his heated touches to make her regret what she’d so easily cast aside. It was petty and small, but he’d discovered with Lane, all his preconceived ideas of how a gentleman should behave were tossed out the window. He was reduced to a wounded beast, lashing out in any way he could.
    His plan had worked great. Until he realized the more aroused she became, the more ravenous he grew. Her nipples were so taut beneath her blouse it was all he could do not to strip the scrap of material off her and take them into his mouth. He’d witnessed her covertly pressing her legs together twice and the subtle movements had him convinced he could smell her sweet juices even over the potent odor of the alcohol.
    He imagined lifting that skirt she was wearing and dragging his fingers along her slit before pushing them deep inside her wet pussy.
    This was why revenge was never a good thing. In his quest for vengeance, he’d merely taken himself down as well. He’d untucked his shirt earlier because there was no other way to hide the raging erection being strangled by his jeans. He glanced at her again and noticed the rapid rise and fall of her chest. Oh, she was hot all right. Hot and horny. Problem was, so was he. Painfully so.
    As he studied her flushed face, another truth came crashing down on him. She wanted him. If she didn’t, his touches would have done nothing more than annoy her.
    She was currently staring at him like a starving woman presented with a thick, juicy steak.
    Jesus, what had he unleashed? The thought that she was physically attracted to him reignited the fire he’d been sure he’d smothered, sparking hope once more. She desired him sexually, and a new plan emerged in his mind. He smiled, silently enjoying the way his heated look was making her squirm.
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    Seduction. It was so simple. He would seduce her into falling in love with him. Oh yeah, Lane Bryce’s days as a free woman were numbered.
    “You’re doing a great job,” he said, coming to stand beside her.
    She nodded, her smile nervous. He wanted to laugh, aware she was worried about him touching her again. Unable to resist, despite its impact on him, he put his arm around her shoulders and tugged her toward his chest. She fit him perfectly. She was a bit taller than most women he dated which, given his too-large frame, meant she was the ideal height in his mind. He wouldn’t have to bend down so far to capture those lush, plump lips when he kissed her.
    “You holding up okay?”
    “Great.” Her voice was too falsely bright, too tight to fool him.
    “You really saved the day.” Even as he spoke the words he realized they were the truth. She’d been a tremendous help.
    “I had no idea bartending could be so physically exhausting. My feet are killing me.”
    He glanced down, disgusted with himself when he realized she was wearing heels he hadn’t noticed before. She’d dressed for a quiet night sitting at the bar and he’d thrown her behind the counter, keeping her on her feet for hours. “Dammit, Lane. Why didn’t you say something?”
    He waved his hand, trying to get his brother’s attention.
    “Do me a favor,” he said when Ewan came over to the bar. “Take over for a few minutes.” There were only about thirty people left in the pub. His brothers and sisters could manage fine without him. He grasped Lane’s hand.
    “Where are we going?” she asked as he led her through the pub to a set of stairs.
    “Up to my family’s apartment.”
    “Why?”
    He pointed at her feet, frowning when he noticed her limping.
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    “Hell’s bells.” He led her through the doorway. Before she could refuse him, he bent down and picked her up,