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him at all. God, he was turning into the most perfect guy.
    I smiled too. “I respect you. I think it’s commendable.”
    “But you’re still laughing inside.”
    He was getting to know me. I smiled more.
    “What about you, then? How many people have you been with?”
    My smile fell.
    The question was lightly put. He was teasing me back for teasing him. But I couldn’t answer, not with the truth. He’d be disgusted. His small town ideals would be rocked to their very foundations.
    “You don’t want to know.” I killed the conversation flat and for a moment he was silent as he looked past me probably trying to guess if it was tens or hundreds.
    His gaze returned to me. “So, have you always lived in New York?” The perfect guy that he was, he didn’t push, just changed the subject.
    Surely I’d dreamed this guy up. He was too nice to be real. “No, I grew up in Philadelphia. I moved here when I was eighteen.”
    It was the most personal thing I’d told him about my life, and I saw him recognize that as his gaze struck mine with a searching look.
    He wanted to ask more questions, I could see that, but he didn’t. He turned back to face the water and gripped the rail again. “You and I, have lived very different lives, haven’t we, Rach…”
    The fact that he shortened my name gripped in my chest, about my heart; it made me feel closer to him, like we really did know each other, like I’d known him for years.
    “Yeah,” I said in a quiet voice, feeling suddenly solemn and low again, as I looked across at the heart of New York, too.
    Declan would be over there somewhere. I doubted Jason Macinlay could even begin to imagine how I’d lived my life. Fast. Reckless.
    “We should be getting back,” he said. “I’ve got to get up for work in the morning.”
    “Yeah, Mr. Boring, we have lived our lives very differently.” I laughed. He didn’t. He just glanced at me, and then gestured with his elbow for me to take his arm. It was the first time he’d offered it. I’d just taken it before. It was a sweet gesture.
    My laughter turned to a smile, and he smiled back.
    God, I liked him.

Chapter Four
    I was half asleep but desperate for the toilet when I woke up.
    Jason wasn’t in bed. He must have gone to work already.
    My eyes half shut, I didn’t looked at the clock, merely rolling onto my side then got up, trying to cross my legs a little as I headed for the bathroom. I was seriously bursting, and with my mind focused on that, I didn’t hear the sound of the shower running, until I opened the door.
    “Fuck, sorry, I need the toilet.”
    God, he was gorgeous. When I’d opened the door, his hands had been on the wall either side of the shower and his head had been down as he let the water run over it and then down his body. It had been running down his back in a waterfall, and that back, and his butt… The air that had got trapped in my lungs left them.
    The older guys I’d dated, or rather fucked, had been all swarthy with hard muscle. His skin was pale and it looked soft, and the muscular definition beneath it was sinewy and lean. I longed to touch… Nope, I didn’t just want to touch, I wanted to have him. His buttocks were so tight, I wanted to grip them with my fingers as we did it, and feel the strength of his thighs between my legs.
    I was a messed up, bad girl––he was taken. And I was trouble.
    His head had turned toward me, and I saw his brown eyes watching me. He’d seen me looking at his ass.
    There were droplets of water caught on his dark eyelashes.
    He really was beautiful, the most beautiful guy I’d ever known.
    “Give me a second, I’ll be out…”
    His words brought me back to reality, to the fact I was standing in his bathroom staring at him as he stood naked in the shower. “Sorry, I’ll wait outside.” I think I must have turned bright red as I exited, and then I remembered just how badly I needed to use the toilet, and leaned against the wall, crossed my legs and