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he thought necessary, before she released an exasperated breath. “Does it matter to you that I don’t particularly like you anymore?”
    He took her hand in his to lead her out of the villa. “I’m sorry to hear that because I definitely like you. Always have. From the first.”
    She rolled her eyes. “So you say.”
    He chuckled. “So I know.”
    She pulled her hand from his when they stepped outside. The air was cool, and he thought it was a smart thing that she’d brought along a shawl. He could visualize her wrapped up in it and wearing nothing else.
    She had done that once, and he could still remember her doing so. It had been a red one with fringes around the hem. He had shown up at the hotel where they were staying in Sydney with their take-out dinner, and she had emerged from the bedroom looking like a lush red morsel. She had ended up being his treat for the night.
    “Micah?”
    He glanced over when he realized she’d said something. “Yes?”
    “Are we walking or taking a cab?”
    “We’ll take a cab and tell the driver not to hurry so we can enjoy the beautiful view. Unless, however, you prefer to walk. It’s not far away, within walking distance.”
    “Makes no difference to me,” she said, moving her gaze from his to glance around.
    ‘In that case, we’ll take the cab. I know how much you like a good ride.”
    * * *
    Kalina’s face flushed after she heard what Micah said. There was no way he could convince her he hadn’t meant what she thought he’d meant. That innocent look on his face meant nothing. But then, he, of all people, knew how much she liked to be on top and he’d always accommodated her. She just loved the feel of being on top of a body so well built and fine it could make even an old woman weep in pleasure.
    She decided that if he was waiting on a response to his comment, he would be disappointed because she didn’t intend to give him one. She would say her piece at the restaurant.
    “Here’s our cab.”
    The bellman opened the door for her. Kalina slid in the back and Micah eased in right behind her. The cab was small but not small enough where they needed to be all but sitting in each other’s lap. “You have plenty of space over there,” she said, pointing to Micah’s side.
    Without any argument he slid over, but then he turned and flashed those pearly-white teeth as he smiled at her. Her gaze narrowed. “Any reason you find me amusing?”
    He shrugged. “I don’t. But I do find you sexy as hell.”
    That was a compliment she didn’t need and opened her mouth to tell him so, then closed it, deciding to leave well enough alone. He would be getting an earful soon enough.
    When he continued to sit there and stare at her, she found it annoying and asked, “I thought you said you were going to enjoy the view.”
    “I am.”
    God, how had she forgotten how much he considered seduction an art form? Of course, he should know that using that charm on her was a wasted effort. “Can I ask you something, Micah?”
    “Baby, you can ask me anything.”
    She hated to admit that his term of endearment caused a whirling sensation in her stomach. “Why are you doing this? Saying those things? I’m sure you’re well aware it’s a waste of your time.”
    “Is it?”
    “Yes.”
    He didn’t say anything for a moment and then, “To answer your question, the reason I’m doing this and saying all these things is that I’m hoping you’ll remember.”
    She didn’t have to ask what he wanted her to remember. She knew. Things had been good between them. Every night. Every morning. He’d been the best lover a woman could have and she had appreciated those nights spent in his arms. And speaking of those arms…they were hidden in a nice shirt that showed off the wide breadth of his shoulders. She knew those shoulders well and used to hold on to him while she rode him mercilessly. And then there were his hands. Beautiful. Strong. Capable of delivering mindless pleasure. And they