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humorlessly. "We still missed you like hell, though. Life wasn't the same without your laughter."
    It hadn't been the same without them, either. She had been their friend, when other women were no more than novelties—she knew that. Until one night destroyed that friendship. She had never looked at Chase the same after that, and she had never seen Cam again.
    The thought of Cam had her insides burning, rioting with fear and with need. She kept checking the shadows for him, kept expecting him to step into view. And the hunger to see him was growing within her in burning waves.
    "I need to get back inside." She rose to her feet, her fingers tightening on the small purse that hung from her shoulder. "It's almost the witching hour for me. I have to get up early in the morning."
    She needed to get away from him, to think. It had been too damned long since she had seen Chase or Cam, too long since she had allowed herself to think about the Falladay twins, either separately or apart.
    "Let me take you back to your hotel, or are you staying here?" He nodded to the mansion.
    "I'm at a hotel. But I'll be fine."
    "We could talk—just talk, Jaci, I promise." He smiled. The charm and sensuality that was so much a part of him wrapped around her, encouraged her to join in, to let herself be seduced.
    "I don't know."
    "Just the two of us."
    He said it so easily, with just a hint of amusement, a promise of sensuality. There was a shade of mockery in his tone, an acknowledgement of her hesitancy and the reasons why.
    Jaci looked around the thick foliage of the grotto, the scent of summer, of sultry heat wrapping around her, the scent of the man sinking into her. And she weakened. He wasn't Cam, but he knew her. He wouldn't betray her or deliberately hurt her. And she was tired—tired of being alone and wishing for things she couldn't have. Tired of dreaming of one man and regretting one night.
    Finally, she nodded. A slow, hesitant movement, a part of her holding back, the other part reaching out for him.
    His smile was slow, confident, and for a moment Jaci wondered if she had somehow just stepped into something she didn't have a chance of handling.
    "You can't change your mind." He caught her hand and drew her back along the path.
    Rather than heading back into the ballroom, he drew her instead to a glass door that opened into the private wing of the house.
    "I need to let Courtney know I'm leaving," she said as they moved through the short hall and into the kitchen and formal dining room, before turning into the foyer.
    "Matthew will let her know." He drew her to the front door where the butler stepped from the small room that connected to the private wing as well as the main mansion.
    "Mr. Falladay. Miss Wright." Matthew nodded his head politely.
    "Matthew, please let Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair know we've left. Tell Ian I'll contact him tomorrow about those files."
    "Of course, Mr. Falladay," Matthew acknowledged impassively. "I'll inform them immediately."
    He stepped forward and opened the door for them, his brown eyes flickering with curiosity as they passed him.
    Matthew was the scourge of Courtney's life, and the bastion of the male-only club Ian Sinclair owned—the one Courtney wasn't allowed in. The one Jaci had been hired to redesign, along with the private wing and main mansion. The Sinclair home was being turned over to the club itself, while Ian and Courtney would be moving into the new home they were building out of sight of the club, on the other side of the estate.
    "Courtney's going to skin us both," she warned him as she lifted her dress and moved down the stone steps to the driveway beyond.
    "I promise to protect you." He flashed a smile over his shoulder, his gaze wicked.
    "Who will protect you, though?" She laughed, allowing him to pull her to the curb of the circular driveway as a vehicle's lights moved around the drive.
    "Quick service," she murmured, as the Jaguar pulled to a stop in front of them and the valet driver