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herself to be dragged back to his cave?
    Fat chance. It was time Jake got his own bitter taste of reality.

4
    What is it about an old flame that really gets our engines revved? Why is it that some guys make us come back for more, even when they don’t deserve it? Me, I’m not one to offer up second chances. Yet I spent the most incredible sun-and sex-soaked weekend of my life with a guy who, based on his past performance, never should have gotten within an inch of my panties again in this lifetime. But boy had this dog learned some new tricks—enough to make this girl howl…
    Kit groaned in frustration as a knock sounded at her door. Who could possibly be here at nine P.M. on a Tuesday night? Maybe if she pretended not to be home, whomever it was would go away. One thing she did not need right now was an interruption. Not only did earnings reports start tomorrow, but also in less than twelve hours she had a deadline on another article in her ongoing investigation into local biotech companies that had fudged clinical study data on pharmaceuticals they were developing.
    She clicked on a URL and pulled up yet another article on the fun things various drugs could do to one’s liver, dreaming wistfully of the day when she could write things like “Stripping It Down” and get paid enough to leave the dry, clinical world of business reporting.
    The pounding at her door continued. It was probably her neighbor Margot from across the hall wanting to watch TV since Kit had cable and Margot didn’t. She slid her bare feet into the red fuzzy scuffs under her desk and shuffled over to the door.
    “You can come in,” she grumbled as she flung open the door without bothering to look through the peephole, “but you have to keep quiet.”
    “If I remember correctly, last time I saw you, you were the one making most of the noise.”
    Kit stepped back in shock at the sight of Jake Donovan in her doorway, a take-no-prisoner’s grin stretched across his unfairly handsome face.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” she snapped before she could stop herself. She thought for a split second she was hallucinating. In the week since she’d returned from Cabo, Jake had never been far from her thoughts. Especially when she’d written the last two installments of “Stripping It Down,” during which she’d revisited every delicious moment she’d spent at the mercy of Jake’s sexual potency.
    Ignoring her question, he pushed his way past her and into her apartment without an invitation. Closing the door behind them, he caught her chin in one hand and tilted it up to meet his kiss. “I never did get to kiss you good-bye,” he said as he released her, licking his lips as though savoring her taste.
    She felt a wash of shame across her cheeks. After she’d heard his outburst in the villa’s kitchen, she’d quickly packed her stuff and asked one of the maids to call her a taxi. After sneaking out the back entrance, she’d left for the airport without so much as a good-bye to anyone. Especially not Jake.
    Not the best form, she conceded, and definitely not the move of a woman who was as nonchalant about Jake as Kit told herself she was. But Jake was getting ideas, as evidenced by his outburst to Dave, and at the time Kit could think of nothing but getting far, far away before he foolishly tried to make something out of their meaningless weekend fling.
    And the fact that he was in her apartment, unannounced and uninvited, a mere week later warned her that Jake might not have taken their weekend as casually as she would have liked. “You flew across the country just to kiss me good-bye? Should I worry that I have a stalker on my hands?”
    Jake chuckled and walked into the living room, tossing his suit jacket across the back of the couch as though he did it every day. As he loosened the knot of his tie, she couldn’t help admiring the way his shoulders strained the brushed cotton of his button-down shirt, the way his suit pants draped