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I’ve found the right one,’ you promised, ‘I’ll allow you to make the final decision, to give her to me or not.’ Is that not what you said?”
    “For goddess’ sake, your Highness, I made that promise years ago, when we both were
    struggling to find a way to remain friends, though no longer lovers. I thought you long past the need for compensation over losing my sexual services.”
    Rickard winced and let go Pavel’s hand. He could feel his facial muscles stiffen as pain roared through him. He didn’t even try to mask his expression, not caring if he revealed to this man how much that comment had hurt him. “Ouch.” He met his friend’s already
    sorrowful gaze. “You’ve learned to be cruel during your stay in America. The scalpel of your tongue is razor sharp. I feel the cut, here.” He touched his chest.
    “Forgive me, please!” Pavel ran the fingers of both hands through his thick hair. “I
    don’t know why I said that. You know I didn’t mean it. By the moon, Rickard, I’m
    practically mind-fucked by this woman and I don’t even know for sure she is the right anything. I mean, I haven’t really met her…falling into my lap doesn’t count, and she’s driving me crazy. She wouldn’t even let us call her a cab so I could learn her address.” His face reflected his sudden angry frustration. “I can’t get her scent out of my nostrils!”
    Rickard waggled his pale eyebrows. “Oh, you wanted to do more than call her a taxi.
    You wanted to take her on a test drive, didn’t you? Rev her motors and ride her. Vroom!
    Vroom!”
    Pavel frowned. “Stop making light of this, Rickard. And how the fuck do you plan on
    giving her to me when we don’t even have her name? We know nothing about her, and now she’s gone.”
    Ah, Pavel, your emotional upset is showing. His friend didn’t make a habit of cursing.
    “Temper, temper!” he crooned. Leaning forward, avidly searching for another sign of
    weakness, he taunted, “I know you well, Duke Pavel Andreiavich Janecek. You have never responded like this to any woman. Oh, you’re a healthy male and every so often you’ll find a partner to help you burn off built up energy. You’ve fucked quite a few women in your time, but I’ve never -- before today -- seen your green eyes go incandescent gold with lust…in my very presence.”

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    Rickard sat back and laced his long fingers over his belly, his soft laughter devoid of humor. “You want this woman, all right, and for far more than a casual fuck. Hell, if it were casual for you, would I be interested?”
    Pavel sucked in a breath before turning his head away, closing himself off, trying to hide other secrets, perhaps. “You see too much, damn you.”
    Too late, I already know your sec ets, am
    r
    acquainted with your demons. They haunt
    my own nightmares, too. “I can find her for you, Pavel. Today, if need be.”
    Sitting forward, Pavel revealed a ravenous hunger Rickard half wished had been aimed
    at him. “How?”
    And then, probably realizing he’d betrayed his interest, Pavel let his muscles relax. He leaned back in his chair, face once more blank and empty of expression. “We -- you -- have nothing to go on.”
    “Lust has clogged your mind. Think, Pavel. We already know a lot about her. We know
    she had lunch in the next booth. She didn’t pay at the counter, so we know she paid by credit card.” He paused, hooded gaze intent on Pavel’s face.
    “Rickard, you know I hate it when you look at me like that.”
    He knew exactly what his ex-lover meant but played ignorant. “I’m looking at the man
    who ran into exile with me when we were both youths; the man who saved my life and my sanity at the cost of his mother’s love. How else am I supposed to look at the only man who has loved me for myself and sought nothing in return?”
    Pavel sighed. “Just stop, okay?”
    “Do you want that big black beauty enough to deal with me, love?” He