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fall, wetting her hair. She turned her face up to the heavens and let the cold drops cover her skin…and wake her up to what she was doing. Quickly, she pulled her hand free of his arm and started to back down the street, walking carefully in the makeshift flats.
    He looked stunned and started to reach after her. “Wait! Anna!”
    “No, just…I’m sorry. I don’t know why I said that.”
    “Where are you going?”
    “Home,” she yelled over her shoulder. “Just need to get home!”
    She heard him calling after her, but she tucked her chin down into her chest and hurried faster. Another street over, she ripped her shoes off angrily and ran barefoot. The rain poured down around her, filling the gutters in minutes and spilling over. It was the second time this week that she walked through her front door, soaking wet from head to toe and shivering with cold. What had she been thinking? She couldn’t handle dating anyone right now, let alone finding someone to marry! It was too much. She curled up in a ball on the floor, just inside her front door, and tried not to imagine those tattooed arms catching her.
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    Riley wasn’t sure what happened. He walked back to the restaurant in the rain, hair flattened against his head. Had he said something wrong? He figured she was probably upset from her date with that guy, but why did she just take off like that?
    “Ben! There you are!”
    He didn’t register the woman’s words until she reached out and shook his shoulder.
    “What happened? The waitress said you took off out the back. I waited for you. Dessert and wine, remember?”
    Riley glanced down at the woman, obviously still desperate to keep his attention despite the fact he’d just rudely run out on their date. Well, at least she was better than Diane coming onto him. “Yeah, sorry,” he said. “Urgent phone call. I can’t believe you waited.”
    “For you, of course I’d wait.” She winked and licked her bottom lip. “Where’s your car? I’m getting soaked!”
    “It’s parked around the corner. Let me just call my driver.”
    Riley stayed with Trisha under the awning of the restaurant until the car pulled up to the curb. He opened the back door for her to get in. He took one last long look up the street, then slid in beside her, trying to forget about the woman with the auburn hair and those green eyes that said so much. They made it back to the penthouse, and he let Trisha in, watching the sudden look of greed in her eyes as she took in his place.
    “I could fit, like, five of my apartments in here,” she said.
    “Yeah, it’s pretty nice most of the time,” he said as he opened the bottle of wine and plated the two desserts. Trisha had already made herself at home on his plush couch, kicking her shoes off and tucking her legs underneath her. She thanked him when he handed her a wine glass, then came back over with the desserts.
    “You’re quite the gentleman.”
    “Except for running out in the middle of dinner.”
    “It’s all right. I understand. You’re busy, I mean that’s how you’ve been able to get where you are.” She ate a bite or two of the chocolate cake, but it was too rich for Riley all of a sudden. He could hardly swallow any and finally set his plate down and contented himself with just drinking wine. It was expensive, he could tell by the label. Guess she’d told them to charge it to his tab. “Not hungry?” she asked.
    “Hmm? No, I guess not.”
    “Or, you’re just not hungry for cake.” She downed the rest of her wine, then crawled to the other side of the couch until she was practically in his lap. “I know what you want.”
    He didn’t stop her when she took the wine glass from his hand and set it aside. Nor did he remove her hands when they started clawing slowly down his chest to his jeans. Her lips burned across his neck. Part of Riley wanted to sit back, relax, and enjoy the attention for the night. But another part told him this wasn’t the woman he