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that dangerous step farther, to make her fall in love all over again.
    Sam seemed shocked when she pushed him away. “No, sorry, I can’t do this,” she said. “Goodnight.”
    Confused, her mind still foggy with the heat of his kiss, she opened the door, walked in, and slammed it behind her, leaving him outside in the semi-darkness of the porch. Like a teenager on her first date, Petra ran to the nearest window, and without turning on the lights, spied on him from behind the curtains. He stood by the door for a little while, paralyzed, obviously taken aback by what had just happened. Eventually, he turned his back to the door and allowed his body to slide all the way down until he was sitting on the cold stone stoop, hands on his head, breathing hard, looking despondent and lonesome. Her heart bled a little. She didn’t want to hurt him. After a few minutes, he stood up underneath the porch light, a smile creeping up to his lips.
    “Why am I so worried about this?” he yelled out loud. “You want me as much as I want you. I’m willing to wait as long as you need, because I’m sure the two of us are destined to be one.” Right before he turned on his heels to back away, he added, “You just wait and see, Petra. Just wait and see.”
     
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    Petra
     
    Not bad, not bad at all . She twirled to check out the effect on her beautiful—and borrowed—gown. Somehow she had managed to convince an old friend of hers to allow her to wear a gown worn only once for a very special wedding—her own. Petra had to admit she had been surprised Alina ceded so easily to her strange request, but then again, she probably had a guilty conscience. Alina had been so busy with her own life that she hadn’t been much of a support through Petra’s divorce. Water under the bridge . After all, everyone had problems and was allowed some time to sort them out. The important thing was that she seemed to be back in Petra’s life. As a fringe benefit of their renewed friendship, there was this dress. The gown was absolutely stunning; the strapless bodice of black lace accentuated her small breasts while funneling down to her hips in black silk and then flaring all the way to the floor in fluid midnight folds. In the back, the beautiful black gown plunged teasingly all the way to her lower back, sexy and elegant all in one. She was ready.
    Clutching her petite silk purse, she left the ladies’ room and headed toward the reception area where the gala was taking place. The Linden Galleria was a beautifully designed modern building that served as the perfect backdrop to her ex-husband’s equally exquisite art collection. Jonas was on a retreat at Crystal Mountain, otherwise she would have never dared crashing this party. Her intentions were not totally legitimate. She hadn’t even been honest with Alina about it. On one hand, she did want to see all the amazing pieces of art her husband so diligently collected with his ever-growing fortune. However, she had a second reason for the visit, one for which she felt only mildly guilty. But first, she was going to enjoy the caviar, the expensive champagne—even though she really didn’t drink—admire the beautiful clothes, and salivate over the products of human creativity and artistry.
    Hoping she wouldn’t meet anyone from her married circle, Petra made her way to the buffet table where she could see, even from a distance, tantalizing trays of shrimp and caviar, something she hadn’t tasted since her divorce. Her family and friends had all chided her for not—to quote her more colorful relatives—taking Jonas to the cleaners. “He’s loaded,” they all chimed in, “and he did you wrong.” Which was true, of course, but her pride just wouldn’t allow her to take any money from a two-timing, ungrateful, narcissistic pig. Yes, he was devastatingly handsome and cultured, brilliant and resourceful, but he was also untrustworthy and a master liar. As strange as it may sound for most