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not one of your groupies, Devin. I won't be following you around the country, trying to get your attention so I can confess my love or proposition you for a night you'll never forget. When this is all said and done, I'll go back to L.A., back to my boring job, and that will be it. I may think about you every now and again but I won't debase myself by chasing after you with some delusion that you actually care about me. I know what this is. It's sex. Nothing more, nothing less."
    "People do it all the time, Holly. You can't tell me you've never had meaningless sex before.” He grinned, but it died a second later when she turned her head.
    Was she serious?
    "Holly?” When she didn't move, Devin tried to take a step toward her. It hurt like hell, but he made it to the sofa before stopping.
    She shut the refrigerator door and turned. “I need to get dressed. Do you need anything?"
    He didn't answer her and she took that as a sign he didn't before darting up the stairs. He stood there, staring up at the loft wondering what went wrong. One minute she was screaming his name and coming in his hand, the next, scurrying off like a scared rabbit.
    He sighed and shook his head. “I must be losing my touch."
    * * * *
    Despite his mood when Holly disappeared upstairs, Devin was now on cloud nine. He'd dressed and grabbed his guitar when she practically ran from the room earlier and he hadn't seen her since.
    He took his frustrations out on the instrument, playing every hard note he could think of until his fingers ached and his raging hormones had calmed.
    Now, he sat staring at the song he'd been working on. The one so much different from anything he'd ever written before and it was finished. Finished because of her.
    He'd sat there, thinking of her and the song he'd been playing with just flowed like rich wine. He thought of her face, the way she felt in his arms, and the sound of his name whispered from her lips and there it was. A finished song. His first in close to two years.
    All because of her.
    He looked to the loft. She'd yet to come down. He'd lost track of time, the sun setting without his knowledge, and the room had darkened.
    Laying his guitar aside, he stood from the sofa, and hobbled toward the fireplace. He had a fire blazing and was just adding more wood when he heard her.
    He turned his head, looking toward the stairs. She stopped when she reached the bottom and looked over at him.
    "I'm sorry,” she said.
    "Sorry for what?"
    "For what happened."
    He tilted his head to the side, watching her look at anything but him before standing. “You don't have anything to be sorry for, Holly."
    Her shoulders slumped.
    "I'm the one who should be apologizing,” he said. “I lured you into that shower with every intention of seducing you."
    She smiled. “You aren't nearly as charming as you think you are."
    "Yes I am,” he grinned. “Worked didn't it?"
    Holly rolled her eyes and walked to the kitchen. She heard him chuckle softly and forced herself not to look back at him.
    "Admit it, princess. I had you."
    She laughed but kept her back to him. “Do you want canned ravioli or microwaved chicken?"
    "Neither."
    "Well, you starve, I guess.” She did glance over her shoulder then. He was smiling at her and she couldn't think of anything but how he felt pressed against her body.
    She'd hid in the loft all day, listening to him play his guitar and could hear his anger. She heard it in every angry pull of the strings, the songs he was playing, and then ... he stopped.
    He stopped and grew quiet. Long minutes she waited. Waited for him to climb the stairs, throw her over his shoulder, and have his wicked way with her, but he hadn't. He started playing again instead.
    The song he played held her spellbound. She'd never heard it before and she found herself easing toward the railing, hiding behind the wall, and listening to every note. The song was beautiful and she'd wanted to run down the stairs and sit at his feet and just watch