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kicked in, and she forced the thought back. Not after one date, her inner voice shouted.
    Tomorrow night, she told herself. The week would go by too fast, and she didn’t want to waste a minute of it. She desperately needed affirmation from this man that she was desirable and appealing. That she appealed to him. Oh, she was ready to go wild, all right. For one week she could let loose. At least she’d have the memories. Afterward? Who knew what would happen.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Killian wished he could get rid of the itchy anxious feeling holding him in its grip since he’d gotten up that morning. No, since he’d arrived home the night before. No, no, no. Since he’d taken Lexie home the night before and walked away with unsatisfied desire and a raging hard-on. If it was just the physical attraction, he could deal with it and move on. After all, he intended to get his ass out of this town as soon as he could.
    Unfortunately he had to face the fact it was way more. How had she captivated him so fast and so easily? What he was feeling for Lexie Choate had struck him with the force of runaway horses, and he had no idea what to do with it. She wasn’t a woman he could take his pleasure with and walk away. There was a lot more to her than the women he usually bedded. In less than twenty-four hours, he’d already figured that out.
    Could he do what he’d had in mind, spend the week enjoying her company, and then head off to the rest of his life? It couldn’t be anything else. First of all, he had a plan, and now he’d have the resources to make it happen, just as soon as he fulfilled the terms of the will. And then, of course, there was his sudden re-examination of the kind of person he was. He carried the genes of a man who’d cheated on not one but five different women.
    So, what did he do? Stay away from her? Hell, no. He might as well stop breathing.
    Damn, Killian. You’ve really fucked up this time.
    Okay. He’d do what he’s talked to her about last night. Spend time with her while he was here and leave with some damn good memories. She seemed on board with the idea, so what was his problem? By the time he pulled into the parking place behind D. Walker Minerals, he had worked himself up into such a lather, he wondered how he’d ever be able to concentrate on the complexities of mineral and oil rights and the delicate structures of royalties.
    “Somebody bite your ear?” Abby asked as he walked in.
    “No, why?”
    “You look like you’ve been wrestling wild animals,” she told him.
    “Must be trying to absorb all the info Elaine shoved at me yesterday.” He grinned
    “I heard that,” the woman called from her office. “Better get in here, Killian. I’ve got another folder full for you today.”
    He smothered a groan, sailed his hat onto his desk, and stepped into Elaine’s office.
    “You trying to torture me? I thought you liked me.”
    She smiled. “I do. And I have every confidence you can learn this stuff easily.”
    He dropped into the chair in front of her desk. “Can I ask you a question and get an honest answer?”
    “Uh-oh.” She lifted an eyebrow. “Sounds like I’m not going to like it.”
    “You were with Dusty longer than anyone around here. Did you ever think he was the kind of guy to do what he did?”
    Her brows pinched together. “What kind of guy do you mean?”
    He shrugged. “You know. One who would cheat on his wife, collect a bunch of mistresses, and sire some bastard kids?”
    “Wow. A pretty harsh description, isn’t it?”
    “How would you describe it?”
    She was silent for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. “I’d say he was a man who desperately wanted children to carry on his name, who loved four women equally, and who would have married any and all of them in a hot minute.”
    “Yeah? And how do you suppose those women feel? Don’t you suppose they feel betrayed?” he demanded. “And what about his wife? How did she fit into all of