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pleasure.
    He remembered arguing with Bailey. In the end, they decided they never wanted to form any kind of lasting connection to one woman, and by lasting, they meant repeat performances just couldn’t occur in their arms.
    Working in the clubs made Tristan realize how important it was to self-preserve, so he lived by one rule. He never took a woman to his bed more than once.
    Those women he’d loved well and left later should’ve thanked him. He hadn’t placed them in any danger and generally disappeared before they had a chance to ask him if he planned to call them for another date.
    Ansley was a different story, and that was why he left town. He was afraid one time wouldn’t quite do the trick. If he couldn’t fuck her and walk away, he knew he needed to do the right thing and get the hell out of there before he caused her any trouble. And he still recalled what he’d thought as he’d placed Asheville in his rearview mirror.
    He always knew he would be back for her. He just didn’t know how quickly he’d return.
    Three weeks. He was gone three weeks.
    Ansley strolled toward the back of the cooler. Actually, she stomped. He’d either pissed her off or she was running. He could do angry sex with the best of them, but if he’d frightened her, that was another story.
    “Need some distance between us, Ansley?”
    “Hardly,” she replied. “I’m looking for a tool to use so we can jimmy that door.”
    He resisted the urge to laugh aloud. He admired her spunk. “You think you can escape before the cold and lust drive you into my arms?”
    “Something like that.”
    “Don’t waste your time,” he advised her, hoping she’d wonder if he meant she wouldn’t be able to escape the freezer or the desire building between them.
    “Maybe you don’t have the hands for it, but if I can find something to slide down the side, all it will take is a quick tug and that’ll be all she wrote.”
    “Uh-huh,” he said mockingly. “Tell me something, Ansley. Do you handle your men as well as you maneuver stainless steel?”
    “What’s that supposed to mean?”
    He walked past three boxes of tomatoes and took a quick leap over a large sack of potatoes. “I’m curious.”
    “About?” she asked, shaking her head hard enough for the curls in that blonde mess of hair to bounce on her thin shoulders.
    “Do you slide your hands down the front of a man’s pants and give him a quick yank and think you’ll solve all the world’s problems—or at least your own—if he opens his fly right up for you?”
    She grinned. Lord help him, he saw the devilment of her nature dancing across her cheeks. He anticipated a snappy comeback.
    “Oh no, Tristan. Not at all. In fact, I don’t want a man who is too eager. He could drop his zipper, if I need him to serve a purpose, but I’m not interested in anything more. I don’t care about seeing a man’s heart, if that’s what you’re suggesting. And I think it is.” She placed her hands on his waist. “There are far more entertaining parts of a man’s body. Wouldn’t you agree?”
    “Definitely.” Only, unfortunately, he was ready to bear his heart, show her his soul.
    With a seductive purr, she added, “Well, if nothing else, our time together has allowed for some interesting conversation.”
    “But you don’t socialize with your employees, remember?”
    “I typically fire those I want in my bed.”
    “So I take it you’re letting me go?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “And how many men have you terminated, exactly?”
    She batted those long eyelashes over baby-blue eyes. “A woman never tells her secrets.”
    “I could guess.”
    “Go ahead.”
    “None,” he stated flatly.
    “Did you say nine?” she asked. “I can’t hear well with the fan blowing.”
    “You’ve never fired one employee because you wanted him in your bed. You could resist a minor temptation, but I’m not only the forbidden fruit, I’m the apple you plan to bite.”
    “My goodness! You’re