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eyed him
teasingly. “Can we be done now? Please?”
    He surprised her by taking her hand and
leading her to the door. “Thanks for listening. It really helped to
talk to someone.”
    “You’re welcome,” she murmured, trying not to
notice how good his flesh felt against hers.
    Then to her amazement, he moved in, pulled
her close, and lowered his mouth. Like he was going to kiss her.
Which seemed impossible, but apparently not, because it was
happening. And she wasn’t stopping him because he had caught her by
surprise, plus it was a truly mesmerizing kiss. Warm and relaxing.
Like it could go on forever.
    Then it ended and he said cheerfully, “Thanks
again.”
    “You need to go,” she stammered. “Now.”
    “Yeah, I’ll go. But I’ll be back.” His eyes
sparkled as he took a final look at her, then he opened the door
and ambled into the hall like the whole visit had been the most
normal thing in the world.
    I’ll go but I’ll be back . . .
    It was outrageous, but apparently everything
about him was. Dating married twins? One of whom was having her
hymen re-hymened? Having breakup sex? Platonically kissing his best
friend’s wife on the freaking mouth?
    She wondered if he would actually have the
nerve to come back after the breakup. Assuming he could even get through the breakup.
    “Let’s hope he asks her for two forms of ID,”
she decided with a laugh.
    Inspired by the thought, she went to the
table and flipped open her sketchbook. First she admired the
Tantric sex drawing. Then she found a fresh spot and drew
stick-figure Sean between two identical babes with wild hair and
exaggerated breasts. The twins played tug-of-war with his hands
and, while their expressions showed jealousy, he was
clearly enjoying himself.
    “You’d better hope I don’t write about this,
Sean Decker,” she warned him playfully. Then she sighed. This
wasn’t getting her anywhere with the article. And while she
considered just cutting Sean out of it completely, since he hadn’t
been on Murf’s list to begin with, she had a feeling his story—as
told by Erica—would help maintain a light tone when things with
Noah Cunningham got too serious.
    As long as he didn’t make good on his threat
to come back. Because even Tess had her limits. Or at least, she
was pretty sure she did.
     
    • • •
     
    Reminding himself for a final time that the
breakup talk had gone well with Melody—at least to a point—Sean
checked in with security in Kerrie’s building on Sunday morning,
then rode the elevator to her penthouse apartment.
    Just keep it short, dude. You’re almost
free, so don’t screw it up.
    It was tempting to use Melody’s suggested
script: Tell her she’s a beautiful woman and the best lay you
ever had. You just don’t love her anymore.
    Short and sweet. And wouldn’t the end result
be the same?
    When her door opened and she stepped into the
hall in a black lace nightie that barely covered her ass, he knew
he was doomed. Not because it aroused him, but because she was
bringing her A-game. Using her body as a weapon.
    Who could blame her?
    Dashing over to him, she leapt into his arms
and covered his face with kisses. “You’re here! After the way we
left things, I wasn’t sure you’d come back.”
    He gave her a gentle embrace then moved her a
few inches away. “I’m here to talk, honey. So I hope you’re
okay with that.”
    “I want to talk too,” she said, her eyes wide
with trust. “You’ve been so patient.” She led him through the
entryway and into her fancy living room, then continued toward the
bedroom.
    “Hey,” he said. “Let’s do it here, okay? Not
in bed.”
    She flashed a frustrated smile. “You’re such
a rock sometimes. It’s been three whole weeks, Sean. Haven’t
you been climbing the walls? I know I have.”
    It probably wasn’t the right moment to
mention he’d had sex less than forty-eight hours ago, so he just
shrugged. “There’s a reason we haven’t been sleeping