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were hands that would travel all over her body, touching her in places no man had touched her before and leaving a trail of heat in their wake.
    Her gaze traveled upward past his throat to his mouth. It lingered there while recalling the ways he would use that mouth to make her scream. Oh, how she would scream while he took care of that wild, primal craving deep within her.
    Gradually, her gaze left his mouth to move upward and stared into the depth of his bedroom-brown eyes. They were staring straight at her, pinning her in place and almost snatching the air from her lungs with their intensity. She wished she could dismiss that stare. Instead she was ensnarled by it in a way that increased her heart rate. An all-too-familiar ache settled right between her thighs. He was making her want something she hadn’t had since he’d given it to her.
    “Do you remember all the things we used to do behind closed doors, Kalina?”
    Yes, she remembered and doubted she could ever forget. Sex between them had been good. The best. But it had all been a lie. That memory of his betrayal cut through her desire and forced a laugh from deep within her throat. “I’ve got to hand it to you, Micah. You’re good.”
    He shrugged and then said in a low, husky tone, “You always said I was.”
    Yes, she had and it had been the truth. “Yes, but you’re not good enough to get me into bed ever again. If you’ll recall, I know the reason you slept with me.” She was grateful for the glass partition that kept the cabby from hearing their conversation.
    “I know the reason, as well. I wanted you. Pure and simple. From the moment you walked into that ballroom on your father’s arm, I knew I wanted you. And being with you in Sydney afforded me the opportunity to have you. I wanted those legs wrapped around me, while I stroked you inside out. I wanted to bury my head between your thighs, to know the taste of you, and I wanted you to know the taste of me.”
    Her traitorous body began responding to his words. Myriad sensations were rolling around in her stomach. “It was all about sex, then,” she said, trying to once again destroy the heated moment.
    He nodded. “Yes, in the beginning. That’s why I gave you my ground rules. But then…”
    She shouldn’t ask but couldn’t help doing so. “But then what?” she asked breathlessly.
    “And then the hunter got captured by the prey.”
    She opened her mouth and then closed it when the cabdriver told them via a speaker that they’d arrived. She glanced out the window. It was a beautiful restaurant—quaint and romantic.
    He opened the door and reached for her hand. The reaction to his touch instantly swept through her. The man could make her ache without even trying.
    “You’re going to like the food here,” he said, helping her out of the cab and not releasing her hand. She wanted to pull it from his grasp, but the feel of that one lone finger stroking her palm kept her hand where it was.
    “I’m sure I will.”
    They walked side by side into the restaurant and she couldn’t recall the last time they’d done so. It had felt good, downright giddy, being the center of Micah Westmoreland’s attention and he had lavished it on her abundantly.
    She didn’t know what game Micah was playing tonight or what he was trying to prove. The only thing she did know was that by the time they left this restaurant he would know where she stood, and he would discover that she didn’t intend to be a part of his game playing.
    * * *
    “The food here is delicious, Micah.”
    He smiled. “Thanks. I was hoping you would join me since I knew you would love everything they had on the menu. The last time I was here, this was my favorite place to eat.”
    He recalled the last time he’d been in Bajadad. He’d felt guilty about being so far away from home, so far away from his family, especially when the younger Westmorelands, who’d taken his parents’ and aunt’s and uncle’s deaths hard, had rebelled