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eating all the rich doughnuts. Yet, he didn’t want to move because Holly felt…good.
    Really, really good.
    He’d like the opportunity to go for round two because, while the sex had been amazing, he knew he could do better. It had all been very rushed and chaotic, which was to be expected, he supposed, since he had never wanted , but not gotten , sex for that long before. But Holly was probably expecting more, given his reputation. He wanted to make sure she was good and satisfied, and also, he wanted back inside her more than he cared to admit.
    She shifted in his arms and he watched her face as she came awake. She was beautiful, really. There were probably more poetic ways to say it, but the warm, unfamiliar sensation in his chest distracted him from coming up with anything better.
    She was simply beautiful.
    Holly blinked a few times, surprised for that split second, to find him in her bed.
    “Wow,” she said.
    “Yeah,” he replied. He brushed a lock of fire from her brow. “I was about to wake you. I’m a little concerned that I shouldn’t let you sleep too long in case you have a concussion.”
    She crinkled her nose and then, remembering, rubbed the top of her head. “Oh, yeah. The headboard.”
    Dane wanted to freeze time. Everything at this very moment felt perfect, preordained almost. And if he let himself think about it too hard, it would ruin the moment, so he tried to shut off his brain.
    Holly, on the other hand, rolled away from him.
    “Hey, where are you going?”
    She was already stuffing her arms into the sheep shirt, which was inside out. “I have a million things to do today.” She trudged across the room, stopping to plant a quick peck on top of his head. “Thanks for stopping by with breakfast. I need to get in the shower. Call me later?”
    He couldn’t answer her. She didn’t actually give him the opportunity to answer. He heard the lock click on the bathroom door before he could so much as say, “What the hell?”
    Dane growled while scooping up his clothes. Thanks for breakfast? Seriously?
    He felt…used. And stupid. Like he’d been reading a map upside down. This kind of thing was exactly the reason why he didn’t want to get involved in relationships with women. You never could tell which way the wind was blowing. Holly accused him of running hot and cold with her, but she was giving him frostbite on top of third degree burns. And to think he thought maybe they had something special. Okay, so he hadn’t actually told her that. But he was new at this kind of thing and she was supposed to be all-knowing and wise, wasn’t she? Surely she should know that he could almost want something to maybe work between them, right?
    He slammed his feet into his shoes, found his wallet, collected his dog, and paused with his hand on the knob of her front door.
    How many times had a woman paused at his door like this? He’d always been very clear that sex was a one-time thing—but hell, even he’d gotten caught in his own trap this time. Had he made other people feel this small? This insignificant?
    He shook his head. No. He didn’t feel any of those things. Because he got what he wanted from Holly and he should be glad she’d been so accommodating and reasonable. Instead of turning a morning of good sex into some sort of commitment that neither of them wanted, like some women would, she’d enjoyed it for what it was. She didn’t cling or make more of it than that it was just good sex. Which was exactly what he wanted.
    Wasn’t it?
    Thanks for breakfast indeed.

    A week later, Dane picked up his cell phone and wanted to swear. Instead, he downed his Scotch and signaled the bartender for another.
    Dammit. She wasn’t returning his calls.
    He’d given her space. He’d sent flowers. He texted quick thinking of you messages. He’d even resorted to commenting on one of her blog posts. She’d casually responded to him at first, but he was forced to admit she was giving him the brush off