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overwhelming emotion that suddenly threatened to wash over
her. It was just casual sex. A moment they’d grabbed because they couldn’t
fight the intense chemistry that constantly brewed between them.
            Nothing more. Nothing less.
            So why did it feel like so much more? Why
did she feel so connected to this man when she didn’t even know him? It made no
sense. She was being foolish.
            Totally, completely
foolish…

Chapter Five
            “You’re glowing.”
            Lanie glanced up
and found Aimee studying her with narrowed eyes. Cheeks warm, Lanie resumed her perusal of next month’s shift schedule
that had just been released. “It’s warm today don’t you think?”
            “That’s not the reason you’re glowing, and
you know it.” Aimee paused, the air growing heavy between them. “Rumors are
spreading that you were with Wes last night.” Mouth dropping open, Lanie stared at her friend. She’d been at work for maybe
thirty minutes and already everyone knew her business? “You have got to be
kidding me.” Disbelief coursed through her. How could anyone have found out
unless Wes himself spread them …
            “Ha!” Aimee pointed a finger at her, a
knowing smile curling her lips. “Gotcha.” Lanie frowned. “What do you mean?”
            “I lied. There were no rumors. I had a
hunch you ended up going home with him and I was right.” The satisfied
expression on Aimee’s face was almost too much. “I can’t believe you. Didn’t we
just talk about him? Didn’t you say he wasn’t your type?
            Remember that discussion we had? The one
where I encouraged you to leave him with his pants around his ankles? I didn’t
think you’d actually do him.”
            Lanie glanced
around and stepped closer to Aimee. “It’s like I couldn’t help myself, Aimee.
We have—major chemistry together.” That was the absolute understatement of the
year.
            “I’m sure.” Aimee shook her head. “If he’s
as good in the sack as rumors say, then the chemistry between you two should be
off the charts.” Lanie ignored Aimee’s comment. It
was downright bitchy, bringing up other women Wes might’ve been involved with
and she tried to push past her jealousy. His past didn’t matter. She was living
in the here and now. “We also get along really well.” After the first amazing
time together, they’d laid in bed talking. Laughing. A
casual kiss turned into a long, wet exploration of each other’s mouths, which
turned into another extraordinary round of sex that had left them both gasping
and exhausted.
            Until she woke up to him touching her
everywhere—and they went at it all over again. Her body still ached in
delicious places she didn’t even know existed, and she was a nurse. Oh, and she
was running on only a few hours sleep.
            She’d never felt better.
            “Isn’t that sweet?” The mocking tone in
Aimee’s voice told Lanie her friend didn’t take her
encounter with Wes seriously. Not that Lanie could
blame her. He had a reputation that preceded him. She had known this going in.
And it really hadn’t mattered, had only seemed to intrigue her more, as sick as
that thought was.
            But she didn’t like her friend thinking he
was some sort of man whore. She sincerely liked the guy and had a feeling he
felt the same about her.
            She hoped.
            Aimee’s
words remained in Lanie’s head the rest of her long
and unusually quiet shift. Maybe Wes was this attentive with all of the women
he dated. Perhaps he made them fall head over heels in an instant. She could be
just one in a string of women who were stupid enough to believe everything he
said, everything he did was all about true love.
            How she hated self-doubt. It ate at her
until she felt as if the night she’d shared with Wes amounted to a whole bunch
of