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cheeks. Instead of ducking to hide the reaction, her jaw tightened. Her eyes glittered with determination and challenge. Her lips pulled into a forced smile that she spread around liberally.
After a few tense moments, she began to weave through the tables, heading straight for him. Without asking, she pulled out the chair opposite him and slipped gracefully into it.
A shocked murmur rippled through the crowd. Every single eye was trained on them. Guests had come for dinner, but apparently were thrilled with the idea of getting a free show out of the deal, as well.
While everyone else watched them, Dev watched her. And waited. Whatever Willow wanted, the grim expression on her face told him he wasn’t going to enjoy it.
“I’m sorry.”
Those were not the words he’d expected to fall from her lush, pink, enchantingly kissable lips.
Tilting his head to the side, Dev considered her for several moments. Was she apologizing for kicking him out? For her anger? For believing the worst of him? There were so many options. “For what?”
“For the blog.”
Okay, now he was confused. Not only did he have no idea what she was talking about, but it wasn’t even on his list. Why would he care what some bored housewife posted on the internet? What could that possibly have to do with him?
“You don’t know.” Willow’s flat voice sent a tingle that tightened his scalp with apprehension.
Her face screwed up and she squinched her eyes closed for several seconds. Blowing out a long, slow breath, she opened them again.
“Someone posted pictures of you leaving my house this morning online and then emailed the link to a huge list of people.”
He blinked, trying to figure out what the problem was. Who cared?
“You were half naked.”
Heat crept up Willow’s pale skin. Oh, she cared.
The anger he’d been fighting all day slammed back through his body, turning his muscles rigid. Leaning across the table, he ground out, “Are you more embarrassed that you slept with me or that the whole town knows about it?”
Her eyes widened. A jumble of emotions chased across her pale blue eyes—shock, hurt, chagrin and finally fury. Her eyes glittered like broken glass, cutting through him just as easily.
He regretted the words almost as soon as they’d left his mouth. What was it about this woman that drove him to the brink and then shoved him straight off the cliff of decent behavior?
But he refused to take the words back. There might have been a better way to couch the question, but it was still valid. What bothered her more? That she’d broken her own rules and let him in or that everyone now had proof that she wasn’t as perfect as she liked to pretend?
Her body tightened, her hands flattening on the table as she prepared to stand up. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have bothered to come tell you.”
Before she could move, Dev’s hand shot across the table. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, holding on and anchoring her in place.
Her gasp was soft enough that it was almost drowned out by the clatter around them, but he heard it. And watched as her pupils dilated and her jaw set against the reaction she didn’t want, but couldn’t control any more than he apparently could.
“Why did you?”
“Because I thought you should know. I have no idea who posted the pictures, but it wasn’t because they were being nice. I’m hoping it was nothing more than a cruel joke, but who knows?”
“You think this is about me.”
She took a deep breath. The motion of her breasts, pushing tight against the soft shirt that clung to her skin, made his mouth go dry with the need to taste her again.
“You’re the only one in the pictures. They appear the day after you arrive back in town. It isn’t a great leap to the idea that whatever this is, it’s about you.”
She was worried about him. The realization slammed into him so hard that he let her go and rocked back into his chair. Her palm, still flat on the table,
After a few tense moments, she began to weave through the tables, heading straight for him. Without asking, she pulled out the chair opposite him and slipped gracefully into it.
A shocked murmur rippled through the crowd. Every single eye was trained on them. Guests had come for dinner, but apparently were thrilled with the idea of getting a free show out of the deal, as well.
While everyone else watched them, Dev watched her. And waited. Whatever Willow wanted, the grim expression on her face told him he wasn’t going to enjoy it.
“I’m sorry.”
Those were not the words he’d expected to fall from her lush, pink, enchantingly kissable lips.
Tilting his head to the side, Dev considered her for several moments. Was she apologizing for kicking him out? For her anger? For believing the worst of him? There were so many options. “For what?”
“For the blog.”
Okay, now he was confused. Not only did he have no idea what she was talking about, but it wasn’t even on his list. Why would he care what some bored housewife posted on the internet? What could that possibly have to do with him?
“You don’t know.” Willow’s flat voice sent a tingle that tightened his scalp with apprehension.
Her face screwed up and she squinched her eyes closed for several seconds. Blowing out a long, slow breath, she opened them again.
“Someone posted pictures of you leaving my house this morning online and then emailed the link to a huge list of people.”
He blinked, trying to figure out what the problem was. Who cared?
“You were half naked.”
Heat crept up Willow’s pale skin. Oh, she cared.
The anger he’d been fighting all day slammed back through his body, turning his muscles rigid. Leaning across the table, he ground out, “Are you more embarrassed that you slept with me or that the whole town knows about it?”
Her eyes widened. A jumble of emotions chased across her pale blue eyes—shock, hurt, chagrin and finally fury. Her eyes glittered like broken glass, cutting through him just as easily.
He regretted the words almost as soon as they’d left his mouth. What was it about this woman that drove him to the brink and then shoved him straight off the cliff of decent behavior?
But he refused to take the words back. There might have been a better way to couch the question, but it was still valid. What bothered her more? That she’d broken her own rules and let him in or that everyone now had proof that she wasn’t as perfect as she liked to pretend?
Her body tightened, her hands flattening on the table as she prepared to stand up. “This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have bothered to come tell you.”
Before she could move, Dev’s hand shot across the table. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, holding on and anchoring her in place.
Her gasp was soft enough that it was almost drowned out by the clatter around them, but he heard it. And watched as her pupils dilated and her jaw set against the reaction she didn’t want, but couldn’t control any more than he apparently could.
“Why did you?”
“Because I thought you should know. I have no idea who posted the pictures, but it wasn’t because they were being nice. I’m hoping it was nothing more than a cruel joke, but who knows?”
“You think this is about me.”
She took a deep breath. The motion of her breasts, pushing tight against the soft shirt that clung to her skin, made his mouth go dry with the need to taste her again.
“You’re the only one in the pictures. They appear the day after you arrive back in town. It isn’t a great leap to the idea that whatever this is, it’s about you.”
She was worried about him. The realization slammed into him so hard that he let her go and rocked back into his chair. Her palm, still flat on the table,
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