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down more steadily now.
    She looked dazed as she dialed her own phone number, letting it ring in her purse so his number would show up before handing it back to him. “Evan, I don’t think—”
    He put a finger over her lips. “Don’t think about it. Just go with me.”
    She nodded slowly as though she was still in a pleasure-induced trance. Evan decided he liked that look on her. He was determined now to see what she looked like as she came, screaming his name, his cock deep inside her, her body shuddering in climax.
    She would look exquisite, and Evan was more than eager to share that experience with her. Maybe it would resolve the knot of longing that seemed to be pulling tighter and tighter in his gut right now.
    Turning and walking away from her took almost superhuman strength, but he did it anyway. He wasn’t giving her a chance to think, a chance to change her mind. He paused to pick up the clip from her hair before he moved away from her and stuck it in his coat pocket.
    He ambled slowly toward his car, satisfied when he saw her vehicle plow through the snowy parking lot and exit the Center.
    What in the hell just happened?
    Evan picked up his pace after he saw the taillights of Randi’s car disappear into the night, still more than a little shocked at his own behavior. He didn’t give in to urges or impulses, but tonight . . . he had.
    He didn’t regret it. Sexual tension like he’d never experienced before had been smoldering between him and Randi Tyler since the moment they’d met. Now that he knew that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her, he understood the real truth.
    She was wrong. They didn’t hate each other. What they were both feeling was desire in its most carnal form. He’d tried to ignore it because any loss of control scared the shit out of him. Maybe it unsettled her, too.
    What would be the harm in spending some time together? Maybe they could fuck each other until the attraction was out of both of their systems. It was bound to happen if they acted on their fantasies. Evan had never been with a woman more than once before he got bored and was ready to go back to work. He didn’t do relationships. He sought out women who wanted the same thing he did . . . sex for one night to scratch an itch. Most of them were successful women who were busy with their own careers or businesses. Those arrangements had always suited him just fine.
    Evan released a masculine sigh as he finally reached his vehicle, admitting to himself that exorcising the lust he had for Randi could take more than just one night.
    In fact, it could take a very, very long time.
    Strangely, he was good with that.

CHAPTER 4

    The Amesport Midwinter Ball was cancelled and rescheduled for the following weekend because the area had been struck by a major blizzard.
    Randi sighed and looked out the window of the small home that she’d inherited, glad that she now had five more days to try to find a way out of attending the ball with Evan.
    Why in the hell did I let him kiss me? Worse yet, why did I enjoy it so damn much?
    She’d been asking herself that very question for the last two days—since he’d rocked her world with the demanding, possessive, scorching-hot embrace that hadn’t left her mind since it happened.
    Dammit! I don’t want to be attracted to Evan Sinclair.
    Tired and let down because Liam hadn’t shown up at their meeting place, the last thing she’d needed last Friday was to literally run into Evan Sinclair as she was leaving Brew Magic.
    Why him? Anybody but him.
    She’d only found out after arriving home that evening that Liam had the flu. He hadn’t had her cell-phone number to contact her, and he hadn’t been able to reach Tessa. He’d sounded horrible in the message he’d left on her home phone, and she didn’t doubt for a moment that he really was sick. She’d quickly sent a text to Evan—because calling him seemed too personal—that she’d arrived home safely, and then a