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she'll do it again?"
     
    "The way she's been lately? Probably."
     
    "Ignore them," Emily whispered. "They like being ignored."
     
    "Dammit, Alex. I told you we should have bought that place in his building."
     
    "It's your fault. You said the kitchen wasn't big enough for you," Alex shot back with irritation.
     
    "I'm sure I can find a nice quiet place for you to continue thanking me," Jake murmured.
     
    "Patience is a sexy virtue," she replied on a breath.
     
    "You know, Marilyn, she's pretty good at this," the deep masculine voice commented.
     
    "I certainly didn't teach her any of this. I do believe, Booker, that our little baby doll is ad-libbing."
     
    "Hmm, yes. She's always been able to capture the attention of her audience. She's got a natural flair for it."
     
    "Charisma," Marilyn added.
     
    "That, too."
     
    "Maybe we should find a nice quiet place," Emily said. Her eyes dropped suggestively to his mouth.
     
    Jake's hormones screamed victory, but he wisely let his honorable nature shine through. "Patience is a sexy virtue, sweet Emily."
     
    "Lee."
     
    "No. Emily."
     
    "Lee," she repeated without heat.
     
    Jake gave a small shake of his head and tasted her lips with his tongue. "Emily tastes better."
     
    "Lee needs a massage," she said.
     
    Jake pulled back a little. "If sweet Emily asks, sweet Emily can have a massage any time of the day or night."
     
    Something flashed in her eyes, he suspected it was the warring of her personalities—Lee versus Emily. She tugged him back to her. "Kiss me again and I'll consider letting you call me Emily."
     
    "My pleasure. Emily." Jake poured everything he had into that kiss. The two months of lusting after her. The desire thrumming in his veins. The heat pounding in his groin. He showed her, in explicit detail, with his mouth and tongue what his body wanted to do to her. And when he, not her, was satisfied she understood that she would always be sweet, sexy Emily to him, he released her.
     
    Jake opened his eyes and waited for her to look at him. If he hadn't been attuned to her every breath, he might have missed the subtle quivering of her hand on his shirt. Her nails dug into his chest and her mouth parted to moan softly. Her lashes fluttered up and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
     
    Jake's mouth fell open. Did she just have an…? No. She couldn't have. From a kiss? No way.
     
    Her voice was throaty when she managed to speak. "You win. Oh God, do you win."
     
    "Marilyn, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes." The deep voice cleared his throat.
     
    "I don't know about you, Booker, but I could do with some alone time."
     
    "We're good friends, Marilyn. We can deal with this together."
     
    "You've got a point."
     
    "Bartender, two whiskeys."
     
    "Make mine a double," Marilyn said unevenly.
     
    "Hell, make both of 'em doubles. I had no idea she could do that. Damn, when did she grow up and learn how to do that?"
     
    Jake touched her flushed cheek. "Emily… sweetheart, are you all right?"
     
    "Never been better." Her smile was that of well-loved and momentarily satiated woman. "Well, my legs have turned to jelly and I can barely keep one thought in my head. But other than that… I'm just peachy. How about you?"
     
    "Testing the limit of my patience," Jake muttered. "Do you think you can stand on your own?"
     
    "Give me a minute. And whatever you do, do not say a word. Not yet." It was the longest moment of his life. He was about to speak when her eyes focused on him. "Don't ask me to dance for the next hour or so and I should recover. I hope."
     
    Jake let her ease away from him until she stood on her own shaky legs. "Stay right there. I'll be right there. Don't move."
     
    "Yes, sir."
     
    Jake spun around and handed a customer's change to a stunned Nick. "Take over for me, Nick. Call if you need help."
     
    "Jake," Nick caught him by the arm, "remember this moment when you sit down to write your