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crave her like a starving man.
    He downed his wine and refilled their glasses.
    She set down her fork. "Are you all right? You seem a little on edge."
    He looked into her eyes, the candlelight sparkled and turned them soft and seductive. "I was thinking about what you said earlier. About our boundaries." Shit, he'd jumped right into it, without warming her up. Without waiting for the wine to kick in.
    Her smile turned thoughtful. "You're okay with that, right? Setting boundaries?"
    He gazed at her lips then back into her eyes. No, he wasn't okay. He wanted her. In his arms, in his bed. He had to know if she felt it, too. "What's the alternative?"
    Sixto shouldn't have asked. But every time she came near him, she made him hard for her.
    She met his gaze levelly. "I'm not looking for a lover, if that's what you're asking." She settled back in her chair and sipped the Pinot, staring outside, a serious expression on her face.
    God, she was beautiful. Her features softer than her sister's, her easy-going attitude irresistible. He would get her talking. He could be persuasive when he wanted something bad enough. "What are you looking for, Bree? Who's the perfect guy for you?"
    She sighed and shrugged but didn't answer.
    He went to the kitchen and brought another bottle to the table, opening it to let it breathe.
    She glanced at the wine then at him, a distrusting look on her face.
    "Guilty. I'm hoping to get you loosened up." Then whatever happened between them…
    "You don't want to get me too loose. I can get pretty chatty."
    "Get chatty. Tell me everything."
    She rolled her eyes, but smiled. "Okay. What am I looking for in a man? This might surprise you." She set down her wine glass and met his gaze head-on. "I want someone who's even-tempered, with a good sense of humor. Kind. A gentleman. And he's interested in a future with me, not just a good time."
    "That narrows it down." Sixto sat back in his chair, swirling the wine in his glass. He wasn't that man. He lived a busy life, and there was no room in it for a complicated relationship.
    But there was this thing between them. A meeting of minds, a linking of souls. He couldn't let go of the need to explore deeper. To put a name to the intense connection.
    And then there was the physical lure. The pheromones that kept him hard and ready. He looked at her perfect, round breasts, could almost feel them in his hands. Despite all the reasons he'd listed earlier, he wouldn't object to sharing Bree's bed, if she'd let him.
    She smiled crookedly. "One in a million. Good luck finding him, right?"
    He shrugged his eyebrows and camouflaged his analytical intent with a scholarly expression. "I wrote a research paper last year on male/female relationships. You might find it interesting."
    Her head tipped slightly. "What are the highlights?"
    "I contend that we have the basic need to explore relationships sexually as well as emotionally."
    She didn't flinch. "Of course you do. But I was raised to believe in love, commitment, and faithfulness as the basis for a relationship."
    He nodded. "You're saying you want it all, emotionally, before you're willing to allow a physical connection?"
    "Yes. And there are a lot of people who believe the same thing." She opened her eyes wide. "Men, too." Her voice dripped sarcasm.
    He didn't know any. He sat forward and crossed his arms on the table. "At breakfast, you said men don't find you sexy. How can they when you hold them off sexually, waiting for an emotional bond?"
    She looked surprised then pensive. "I don't know. But I'm sure I won't find my soul mate jumping from one bed to the next, hoping sex will make a man love me."
    "That's not what I'm saying." Damn, she was sharp. "It's only natural to come together in body as well as soul. How can affectionate love grow if we don't allow the passionate, physical love to develop?"
    She crossed her arms on the table, her face softened. "It can. That's the relationship I had with Kyle—my