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his sights, watching as she gracefully lowered herself to the black
leather couch, fluffing her short brown skirt out so that it didn’t show any
more of her long legs and beautiful olive skin. Zane had to bite his tongue.
    The
last time she had come to his house, she’d been on that couch too. Only because
that was the closest piece of furniture they could get to in their haste to
practically tear one another’s clothes off. That night had been memorable,
especially after Zane had fucked her up against the rough wood siding on his
front porch, unable to keep his hands off of her long enough to make it inside.
Not that she had been complaining.
    Unfortunately,
Zane was pretty sure V wasn’t here to let him worship her with his mouth,
although he liked that idea much better than what she probably had in mind. He
knew based on his conversation with Kaleb just a short while ago that this
wasn’t a pleasure visit. V had come over to see him just to keep him from going
to her house. He could tell just how much she wished to be anywhere else by the
way she sat with her back straight and her hands perfectly poised in her lap.
    Him,
on the other hand...
    Zane
wanted V as close to his side as he could get her. Preferably, he’d rather be
on top of her. Or under her. He wasn’t picky either way.
    “Drink?”
Pushing away from the door, Zane glanced in her direction as he made his way to
the refrigerator. He wasn’t sure what he had to drink, but he was fairly
certain there was water. At this point, that’s all he needed. For some reason,
he felt a little dehydrated, and he was sure it was due to the way his blood
pressure had skyrocketed and his body temperature had increased since the second
he saw V on his front steps.
    “No,
thank you.”
    All
prim and proper, V was. Or so she tried to pretend. She might’ve forgotten that
Zane had seen her totally out of control with lust a time or twenty, but he
hadn’t. He was pretty sure he never would forget either.
    “You
didn’t have to come all the way out here, you know.” Zane sat on the wooden
table across from V, doing his best not to reach out to touch her. “I would’ve
come to your house.”
    V’s
pert little nose scrunched, her eyebrows dove down in a frown, and she didn’t
look directly at him. She tried to play off her initial reaction by leaning
back against the cushions, pretending to get comfortable as she did. She looked
tense, and not at all like she wanted to talk to him.
    She
didn’t make a sound for what felt like an eternity. “Talk to me, V.”
    “I
don’t think that’s a great idea.”
    It
was Zane’s turn to frown as he studied her, trying to understand what she was
getting at. He’d been to her house on numerous occasions, right up until the assault
and never once had she seemed unhappy to see him.
    “What?
Talking?” If she didn’t intend to talk to him, what the hell had she come over
for? “Help me out here, V,” he leaned closer, resting his elbows on his knees
with the water bottle clutched between his hands.
    Zane
never had been good at reading a woman’s mind and V’s was particularly
difficult to read. She had an uncanny ability to keep herself closed off as
much as possible.
    “No.
You. Coming to my house. We know how well that worked out last time.” V’s remark
apparently shocked her as much as it shocked him. Her eyes flew up to meet his,
and he saw the same horror reflected in the whiskey brown color that he’d seen
moments before Jake Sanders had knocked him unconscious.
    So
that was how she was going to handle this? Did she think that making him stay
away from her house was going to protect him? He felt the swirling, black hole,
filled with vehemence and loathing for what that bastard did to them, open up
inside of him.
    There
had been so many times he wished he could go back to that day and change how
things had played out, but no matter how many times he thought about it, he
knew he couldn’t have changed anything.