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pressing his lips to my neck one last time, he slipped out of me and took a step back.
    “Sadie, Christ, that was great. Thanks.” His hand reached out to cup my cheek, his thumb stroking me. “I’m gonna jump in the shower real quick. You good?”
    Was I good? Um, no, dickwad, I was not good.
    “Yeah, I’m good,” I lied, fixing my underwear and smoothing my skirt back down. “I think I’m just gonna go.”
    He tipped his head and drew his eyebrows together. “You sure? We could go for round two in a little bit.”
    “I, uh, have an early morning. Spa appointment.” I reached down for my shirt, and pulled it back over my head. I just needed to get out of there.
    Details. Details were important. Rue had tried to teach me, but again, I failed to learn the lesson. Lame line, uncreative in the bedroom. Fumbling the room key, lack of finesse. Not making sure I finished, total douche.
    He nodded his understanding and leaned down to kiss me. I turned at the last second, and he got the corner of my mouth. We hadn’t even made it past the damn doorway. Hadn’t even taken my clothes off. What. The. Hell.
    Grabbing my purse from where it had landed by my feet, I mumbled something as I opened the door and fled, my face burning with annoyance and frustration. I stalked back to the elevator, which was mercifully already on my floor, and leaned against the stainless steel interior, feeling its coolness seep into my back and upper arms, raising goose bumps on my heated skin. I ground my teeth together as I waited impatiently for the elevator to lower.
    Three floors down, the car stopped, and a man stepped on. Glancing up at him, I froze.
    It was the surfer from earlier today.
    I wanted to laugh, only it wasn’t funny. He looked wonderfully disheveled. His hair was mussed, his lips swollen and red, his shirt not quite straight. Dipping his head, he zipped up his jeans, the movement unhurried, then ran a hand through his messy brown hair. My cheeks flamed. It was obvious what he was coming from.
    He glanced over at me, and recognition lit his face. One side of his mouth lifted in greeting as his eyes raked over me. “I take it your evening went as well as mine?”
    “Best sex ever. You?” I smiled at him sweetly and said the words slowly, as if I was savoring them.
    “It was better the first time.” He shrugged. “And you’re lying.”
    I narrowed my eyes at him. “Am not.”
    “Then why are you already sneaking out and not spooning?”
    I opened my mouth and then closed it. I didn’t really have a good answer to that. And truth be told, I loved to spoon.
    He nudged my shoulder. “Don’t worry. You’ll have better luck next time.”
    I snorted. Oh God, I snorted. What was wrong with me? And why was the elevator moving so damn slow? An eternity later, the elevator dinged, the door slid open, and I stepped out with as much dignity as I could muster, moving across the tiled lobby as fast as I could on my spiky heels. I called back over my shoulder to him, “Have a good night.”
    “I already did. Twice. But thanks.” His answer floated to me as I walked away.
    I scowled as I exited the resort and headed for the sidewalk that would take me back toward my cottage. Home was closer than my car, so I turned that way. I could get my car in the morning.
    Two blocks from the hotel, a vehicle slowed down as it passed me. Alarm bells went off in my head as it rolled to a stop and parked just ahead of me, but on the opposite side of the street. I watched it nervously and came to a standstill, gripping my purse. It was late, and I was alone. The street lights kept it from being dark, and Reynolds Island was pretty safe, but my heart rate still picked up.
    The truck door opened, and it was him again. Seriously? Three times in one day? He jogged over and stopped next to me.
    He smelled like sex and sweat. I was still horny and pissed off from earlier, and his obvious satisfaction needled. “Now what?” I demanded.
    “Look,