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you.”
    The dejection in her tone cut him like a knife. More than anything, he wished he had the right words to somehow make this better. He was a lawyer for crying out loud. He made his living persuading people. He was damn good at it too; had an excellent record. But right then, words failed him.
    When he didn’t say anything, her shoulders slumped, and she turned, resuming her trek for the exit. As he watched her, his chest tightened. He had all of about thirty seconds before she walked out that door and out of his life. Another twenty years would likely pass before their lives crossed paths again, before he got to look into those hypnotic blue eyes, or hear the soft tinkling sound of her laughter. He didn’t come back to Vegas often. They didn’t run in the same circles anymore.
    Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small, cynical voice whispered, don’t just sit there. Stop her, stupid!
    That inexplicable pull between them still held him firmly within its grasp. For three days he’d wanted her and damned if he still did. He ached for her, wanted to make love to her until the sun came up, to lose himself in her.
    A future wasn’t something he had to give, though. He’d had his gift, his once in a lifetime. Had it and lost it. He wouldn’t get another chance. He didn’t even want to try. His heart couldn’t take being torn like that again. Angela sure as hell deserved better than a one night stand.
    When her hand closed around the handle and pulled the door open, something inside of him bound up into a tight coil that released in an instant and propelled him off the bed. Before he’d even made the conscious decision, he was halfway to her.
    “Wait.” The word left his mouth on a hoarse whisper, wrenching the knot in his gut. He wasn’t ready for a relationship or anything like one. He sure as hell wasn’t ready for their relationship to change. Still he found himself telling her, “Stay.”
    For a moment she hesitated, stood staring at the door. Then slowly she faced him. Her lower lip caught between her teeth, and she wrapped her arms around herself. She looked vulnerable and uncertain. He hated that he’d been the one to make her feel that way.
    He shook his head. “I don’t want you to leave."
    She folded her arms across her chest and arched a brow, clearly not convinced. “What happened to me being Brock’s little sister?”
    He shook his head and crossed the room to her, stopping just beyond her personal space, not wanting to push her. “To be honest, I don’t even want to think about it. All I know is that I need the woman who mesmerized me last night, and that woman is you.”
    It made no damn sense, yet it made all the sense in the world. He only needed her .
    “I need the woman I danced with last night. That warm, soft, sassy woman who wrapped me around her little finger.” Compelled to connect to her, he drew a finger down her arm. “To be honest, Ang, you make me feel like a man for the first time in a long time.”
    She was the warm fire his frozen heart needed. If he let her leave, he’d regret it.
    “I have to be honest with you, though. I can’t promise you tomorrow. My flight leaves in five hours. I have to be on it.”
    She stared at him for so long he thought for sure at any moment she’d storm out of the room, out of his life. His stomach clenched, wound him in a tight knot. Her scent, soft, floral and feminine, slid around him, warm and enticing.
    Then she did the last thing he expected. She slipped her arms around him and pressed her body along his length. Everything inside of him sighed with relief and tightened in carnal response. His arms closed around her to hold her closer, half afraid she’d change her mind.
    “I’m not asking for tomorrow,” she whispered. “Kiss me, Alex.”
    So he did. Gently sipped at her mouth, tasting her, acclimating himself to the newness of her lips. He was sure at any moment he’d realize he was kissing his best friend’s little