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out there.
    One corner of his mouth lifted in a grin. He was so sexy it hurt. Really, truly sexy. And he wanted her, which was thrilling and frightening all at once.
    “I love that you’re so blunt with me. Tell it like it is, Christina. Always tell it like it is.”
    “I’m not usually this direct,” she admitted. “But for some reason, I can’t seem to be anything but honest with you.”
    “Good. Let’s keep it that way, all right?”
    She nodded.
    “Now, how about you tell me if you want me to get in my truck and go home or stay here? Either way, I’m calling you tomorrow.”
    Christina’s heart thudded. Yes, she was scared, dammit. And yet the idea of him leaving made her chest tighten. The only way she was getting through this was by forging ahead and doing it. She closed the distance between them and slipped her palms over his chest, thrilling at the hard peaks of muscle.
    “I don’t want you to go, Remy. I want you to stay right here and make me feel good about myself again.”
    His arms went around her, but he held her loosely. “I want to do that for you, baby. But you’ve got nothing to feel bad about, okay? Your soon-to-be ex lied to you about his sexuality. His inability to be faithful to you has nothing to do with you and everything to do with him. You got that?”
    His words made warmth flare in her chest. “Yes.”
    He tipped her chin up with his fingers, stepped in closer. “One more thing, baby, and this one is important.”
    “What?”
    “If you’re doing this to get back at him, don’t do it. He won’t care and you will, so think about that for a minute.”
    Oh God, if her heart wasn’t so bruised and battered, if she weren’t completely convinced that she was never trusting a man again, she might just fall in love with Remy Marchand.
    Except that was impossible because she’d known him for barely over a week. Nobody fell in love in a week. And definitely not when they were still reeling from the last relationship they’d been in.
    That was called rebounding, and she wasn’t going to rebound.
    “I won’t say that getting back at him never occurred to me,” she said softly. “It did, precisely three seconds after I met you the first time. But you’re right, Ben wouldn’t care even if he knew. The only thing he cares about is himself. If I offered to take him back tomorrow, he might come running—but only because it might salvage his political career, no other reason.”
    “Damn, baby.”
    She loved the quiet condemnation in his voice, the way she could hear everything he didn’t say just by his tone. She’d always been careful what she said to people who knew her and Ben, including her brother and Evie. But with Remy she could say whatever she wanted. He didn’t know Ben, and he didn’t care about him. Not that Matt and Evie cared about him either, but they cared about her in a way that meant they got really angry whenever the subject of Ben came up.
    She took Remy’s hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. When he reached the threshold, he stopped. She turned and watched him looking at her bedroom.
    It was utterly feminine, with soft white and pink flowers on the coverlet, frilly shams, and white furniture mixed with antiques. The floors were wood overlaid with Oriental carpets. There was a television on a dresser, and the remnants of her frantic wardrobe search earlier lay across the bed.
    She went over and scooped up the clothes, dropping them on a soft pink Queen Anne chair. Remy still hadn’t moved.
    “Too girly for you?” she asked, arching one eyebrow as she did so. Yes, she was nervous—and yes, this situation was funny considering the way he looked at her room like someone had set off a Strawberry Shortcake explosion.
    His gaze met hers then and her heart skipped. God, he was pretty. So masculine and beautiful. Definitely not the kind of man who belonged in a Laura Ashley/shabby chic boudoir.
    “It’s pretty girly, yeah. But it suits you.”
    She