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again, or hearing his sexy-as-hell accent, made me desperate. It made me lie to stay with him in the hospital. Abandoning him wasn’t an option.
    As for tonight... nothing could have prepared me for what happened. For the way he stroked my body, the way he touched me, licked, kissed, and took control. I’d been helpless in his arms, a willing slave to his tongue and fingers.
    And apparently, I’m a jealous witch who jumps to conclusions when I have no right. Roman does have a business to run, and though I can’t imagine rare booksellers get many emergency calls, obviously it does happen.
    But... more than anything, I wanted him inside of me. I still do.
    I hear the heavy thud of footsteps, and my body begins to tingle in anticipation. He’s coming, and hopefully he will make me come again.
    Oh God. Please don’t let me say that out loud. I already say the dumbest things around him as it is.
    The footsteps grow closer, and then fade. Lifting up my head, I lean against the back of the tub and frown. What in the world is he doing out there?
    Roman appears out of thin air, and I stifle a scream. He’s dressed in black from head to toe, the shirt fitting him perfectly, while cargo pants showcase his powerful thighs.
    My eyes widen. “Are you going somewhere?”
    “Yes. I’m sorry, but my grandfather is very ill. My uncle called a few minutes ago, right after Victoria.”
    My stomach flips, then sinks to my toes as disappointment and sympathy rise to take its place. “If you’ll give me a minute, I’ll get my robe and walk you to the door to say goodnight.”
    “That’s not necessary.”
    Something sharp scrapes at my heart. Had he only gone out with me so that I would stop asking? Tears prick at the backs of my eyes, but I hold them at bay. I will not cry. I won’t. Every romantic word he’s ever said to me has all but disappeared from my memory.
    I adore you.
    Yeah, but not enough to stay.
    “Well, thanks for tonight,” I mumble, though I really want to cuss him out for making up a story about his grandfather of all people.
    Roman sighs, pushing a hand through his short, dark hair. His glittering blue eyes take me in, and I want to hide. There’s something very disconcerting about a man who is so incredibly gorgeous and sexy that he could have anyone, staring you down. I almost want to check my teeth for food.
    “Everly,” he begins, and I really want to cry now. He so rarely says my name, and now he’s leaving. More likely than not, I’ll never see him again, because there’s no way I’ll ever go back to his shop.
    The asshole . The beautiful, sexy asshole who made me come so hard that I saw stars and screamed his name like it was the second coming. Which for me, it was the first coming, since Jared sucked that bad as a lover.
    Oh God, I’m totally going to hell for being blasphemous.
    “I want you to come with me.”
    “Huh?” There’s no way he just said what he did.
    “I know this might be a bit out of the ordinary, but my uncle said Grandfather wanted to meet the woman who saved his grandson’s life before the sickness took him. It’s his last request,” Roman says. He looks away, obviously overcome with emotion. “Please Everly. I would mean a lot, but if you don’t want to, or can’t because you don’t have a passport, then I understand.”
    He’s not lying. Holy crap, he’s not lying. Then again, has Roman ever lied to me? He’s been blunt, sometimes hurtful, but more often than not, he’s been thoughtful, kind, and sweet. Yes, sweet. What other kind of man would take in a stray cat?
    “I have a passport.”
    His jerks his head around, blue eyes blazing. “Does this mean you’ll come with me?”
    “I’d be honored to come with you.” If this is a dream, then please don’t wake me up. This sexy, sophisticated man is going to take me to... I wrinkle my nose. “Where are we going?”
    He places a bag on the counter. It is the one he’d brought with him. “Russia.”
    “Are