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even out here trolling in the dark.”
    She couldn't see his face but the stiffening
in his stance let her know he'd bristled at her words. “I saw you
leave.”
    “ And?”
    He sighed and intruded her personal space,
throwing her off enough she couldn't think of a good enough reason
why he shouldn't have. When she did, he threw his jacket over her
shoulders, and whatever she had to say got caught up in his scent.
The man was high maintenance. He smelled expensive and complicated
and masculine. That combined scent turned into a curl of need in
her stomach.
    “ You know what? I don't
care,” she said. The liquor had given her a heady buzz. If she had
a filter, the whiskey had drowned it. “I came out here to remind
myself of all the promises I made when I stopped believing in the
happily-ever-after my mother had always told me
existed.”
    He glared at her. “And why in the hell would
you need to do that?”
    “ Because I've had too many
shots and I was looking at you, wanting you.” She grabbed a fistful
of her hair and tugged as though that could help clear her thoughts
and douse her arousal. “I know better when I'm sober.”
    He made a pfft sound. “You were
sober when we were sitting on that bench.”
    “ You caught me off
guard.”
    “ Don't insult me or
yourself,” he said.
    She pulled his jacket closer around herself.
The soft material kept her warm. That feeling made it easy to tell
him the truth. He wasn't a threat, he was...there. “I don't need a
man to make me feel whole, and that I've accomplished a full life
just by getting hitched. I can have that without you or any man.
I'm not less of a woman because I don't have soft hands. And I
deserve better than to have a man who kisses me then another woman
a few hours later. I don't need you, Dane. So, I don't understand
why you're out here with me.”
    He stilled. “You're jealous?”
    She straightened her shoulders. “No.”
    His laugh was seductive as he stepped
forward and ate up what was left of her personal space. He placed
his hands on the building behind her. It was dark, yes, but with
him so close she could make out his features.
    Lust etched deep lines around his brows and
lips, and the tick in his jaw line showed he was fighting it. “I
was dancing with her because I—so I could forget you. That may make
me a dick and I'll wholeheartedly accept that.”
    He cupped her chin and lifted it up so there
was nowhere but his gaze to look. “But while I was dancing with her
she smelled wrong, felt wrong. All I could think about was you. How
your hands aren't smooth. How you use that mouth to tell me to fuck
off in a nice way, but I wanted yours more than I could ever want
hers. I shouldn't touch you. I damn sure shouldn't be out here
wanting to push you against this wall and lose myself inside you.
But I saw you leave the bar and the only thing I could do was
follow.”
    Her heart twisted at his
words. She should have been turned off. Shouldn't have felt some
kind of relief at what he said. He felt just as conflicted about
his feelings for her as she did for him. So how could she not melt at the relief? It had to take a lot of…well, a lot of whiskey for him to
admit that he wanted her with such an intensity. And to be honest
about his reasons for dancing with that other woman. She swallowed,
still fighting the inevitable draw to him. It was too dark, they
were too alone and none of their usual inhibitions were anywhere in
sight.
    “ What a way to compliment a
girl.”
    “ Yeah.” He laughed, his
gaze sliding down to her breasts and the heat slid in his eyes.
“Give me that mouth. I need your lips on mine or I won't shut up.
Whatever I say tonight will embarrass the shit out of me
tomorrow.”
    She curled her fingers in his shirt. “I'm
going to regret telling you about my ex.”
    His frown deepened. “But you didn't tell
me.”
    “ If you were listening, you
heard all about him.” She yanked him a little closer and slanted
her mouth over