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her eyes, but it was one he’d never forget. It was the look she’d gotten seconds before they’d ripped each other’s clothes off in the bathroom of another restaurant ten years ago...or on the golf course late at night...or on the beach under the stars…
    That look surprised the hell out of him, though it shouldn’t, because he knew he was giving her the exact same one.
    Suddenly, her eyes widened, and she looked away.
    Apparently she hadn’t realized she was giving him that look, either. Not until he looked back at her with it mirrored on his own face.
    That turned him on and worried him at the same time. Their sparks were definitely still there. It hadn’t been his imagination the other night. But her reaction just now, turning away, fighting the connection—that made his stomach twist.
    “I’ll bet the five of you got quite a few glances tonight,” Ethan said in his easy way.
    Trent clenched his jaw against the idea of any other guy looking at Reese, even though he knew it happened all the time because she was so damned beautiful. Damn it. He’d better get a grip on his emotions, or he’d end up tangling his hand in her hair and kissing her like he’d been aching to do since he’d bumped into her at Shelley’s.
    He knew from their history—and from that look —that they wouldn’t stop there.
    He stole another glance at her, and when she caught him looking, her lips parted on a silent gasp. Their knees brushed under the table, and heat seared through him. As their eyes held for another beat, he longed to tell her so many things.
    You look incredible.
    It’s so nice to be near you again.
    I’m so sorry for everything I did wrong.
    I’m dying to kiss you.
    Knowing he had to put space between them before he did something stupid, Trent rose to his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from touching her. “I’m going to the bar to get a pitcher of beer.”
    After Trent ordered the pitcher, he watched from the bar as Reese frowned and fidgeted nervously with her hands in her lap. Just as he was returning to the table with the pitcher and glasses, Reese pushed back her chair and made a beeline for the door.
    “Reese?”
    She stopped and looked over her shoulder. It felt as if she were looking at him for the very last time and wanted to memorize every detail. Then, without a word, she turned and walked out the door.
    Trent set the pitcher and the glasses on the table. “Where’s she going?”
    “She said she had to take care of something,” Annabelle answered.
    More like get away from me . Had he read her wrong last night? Had there been a spark of connection between them like he’d thought? Or was she completely and utterly over him? And was it better if she was, since he’d hurt her so badly the first time around?
    Trent had to know for sure.
    He ran out the door and into the brisk evening air, catching up to her as she hurried across the parking lot. He reached for her hand to stop her from leaving.
    “Reese, please wait.”
    When she turned, there was no denying the conflicting emotions in her eyes, or the quick squeeze of her fingers around his, as if for a fleeting second she didn’t want to let him go.
    But then she dropped her eyes to their hands, gently moved hers away, and said, “What do you need, Trent?”
    You, he thought. But he said instead, “I’m sorry for everything that happened between us. I know I hurt you deeply, and…” He paused to try to wrap his mind around his thoughts, but his emotions were so close to the surface that he was afraid telling her he was still in love with her would only push her farther away. “I’m sorry,” he said again. “For everything. Please stay?”
    She stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “I can’t,” she finally said, so softly he almost didn’t hear her. The sadness that filled her eyes nearly tore his heart from his chest. “Me and you…the