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space at the end of the couch closest to his head. In an attempt to rid his face of a look that made me feel guilty, I ran a hand into his mussed up hair. Not wanting to get emotional, I ran the same hand down the side of his face to his jaw, tipping his face up to meet mine. His eyes opened but he didn’t speak. My thumb found the day’s worth of stubble and stroked it. The coarse hair felt foreign.
    When I didn’t think my voice would crack I murmured, “You better go before I hurt you some more.” I was trying to come off stronger than I felt.
    Afraid I was still weak-kneed, I slowly stood, testing my weight, tightly rewrapping the robe, wanting to seem that I had my wits about me even though they were two sheets to the wind. I headed for the door, hoping he wouldn’t force a conversation I didn’t want to have.
    John closed his eyes again, dropping his head back down between his intimidating forearms where I had been. The veins running up from his hands into his arms throbbed wildly. I wanted to run my tongue over them and taste him. I needed to stop thinking like that or he would never leave.
    He stood up, snatched his coat off the ground where he’d dropped it, and looked at me angrily.
    “I won’t give up as easy this time,” he said turning toward me, his green eyes hard as steel.
    I knew that look. It was the “I’m not fucking around glare.” On a visceral level, I sensed he meant every word, sending pin pricks over my entire scalp.
    When he left, I slammed the door on him, needing to get away from the dominant man who I was unfamiliar with but strongly attracted to before I yanked him back in and finished what he had started.

 
     
     
    The instant the door was shut my legs gave out, causing my limp body to fall against the door making a loud thud. I only hoped John had made it to the elevator so he didn’t hear it.
    My eyes grazed over the expanse of the condo to the small book shelf that only housed two books. Needing to clear my head, I went into the kitchen and got myself a glass of white wine. Once filled to the brim, I headed back down the hall that was as dark as my soul felt lately to remake my bubble bath and toss out Ben and Jerry. John made sure there would be no threesome tonight.
    Before I made it back to the tub, with wine sloshing perilously close to the edge of the glass, I padded my way to the living room window toward a pull I couldn’t control.
    The chilled wine was putting out a raging fire as it hit my lips. As I swallowed down the sweet drink in big gulps, I glanced down to see the street below and almost choked at what I saw. John was standing alone on the empty sidewalk like he was waiting for something.
    It couldn’t be. His head was turned up in the direction of my place so there was no doubt it was him. My stomach churned at the gorgeous sight.
    I forgot how beautiful and masculine he was. The black leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders, highlighting his fair but sharp features, making him look dangerous.
    What was he still doing here? Was I not blunt enough? He better have gotten the hint. I don’t think I could chase him away again. Actually, I was positive I couldn’t.
    God, I had too.
    I didn’t want to lock eyes with him and give any sign of interest, so I backed away from the window. Once a safe distance away, I turned and sprinted to the bath with only the flutter of my curtains as evidence that I had seen.
    The encounter from beginning to end scrambled my brain. I had plenty of boyfriends over the years since moving here, never doubting my sex life was good until tonight. Had he always been that way? Surely I would remember.
    As I closed my eyes and started to let the tension drain, my doorbell rang. Damn it! That was always his problem. He always tried so hard to make me happy, not wanting to leave until he saw me content. Except for the night it really mattered. The night I thought for sure he’d follow after, but didn’t. This time I stomped out of