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Jannaâs heartbeat thumped faster when Austinâs large hands moved from her body and cupped her face. She might have started the kiss, but with the demanding mastery of his lips, he had quickly taken charge. His fresh, clean scent was more potent than the alcohol on his tongue.
That peace sheâd always felt in his presence settled over her like a soft silk-wool sweater. God, she had missed him. His closeness, his warmth and his hands on her felt so familiar. Like old times.
She heard herself moan.
His body stiffened.
Her heart lurched, and the wistful murmurs from people nearby penetrated the fog in her head caused by the toe-curling kiss. The last thing she wanted to do was open her eyes, but then she heard what sounded like a camera.
Her eyes flew open.
Oh, crap.
If Austin had hated her before, the scathing look in his dark eyes now said that he was beyond angry.
âLetâs go,â he growled under his breath and held her elbow, guiding them through the small crowd that had gathered. He pulled her along, using his large body to block their faces from any additional photographs, and didnât stop moving until they were outside. âWhat the hell was that all about?â
âAustin, Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. I didnât thinkââ
âYeah, thatâs the problem, Janna. You never think about how your actions are going to affect someone else. Youâre still the selfish, careless, impulsive person you were years ago.â
Fury rumbled inside her and she placed her hands on her hips, stepping closer to him.
âNow, you wait just a minute! You have every right to be mad at me for kissing you, but I will not stand here and let you call me names. You donât know me!â
âAnd whose fault is that?â
Janna stared at him. Hurt flickered in his eyes, but disappeared so quickly she thought she might have imagined it. Guilt churned in her gut. He wasnât only talking about tonight. Tension bounced off him like heat from a roaring fire as she struggled for the right words to say. So many times she had imagined what she would say to him when she had a chance to apologize. Yet nothing seemed to be good enough.
âAustin, listen.â
âNo, you listen. I donât know what that kiss was all about back there, but count me out of any games that youâre playing. You gave up your rights to kiss me on a whim years ago. Now stay the hell away from me.â
Instead of going back to the event, he stormed away along the concrete path that led around the building.
Remorse settled in her chest. She and Austin had once been so good together. He was her first love. The first person outside of Mama Adel whoâd made her feel special. She had vowed back then to love him forever. Instead, she had discarded their plans for the first opportunity for fame and fortune that had come her way.
Janna toyed with the promise ring that went everywhere she did. She knew now that Austin would never listen to anything she had to say. He would never forgive her.
Chapter 4
T wo days later, Austin sat in a meeting, half listening to the weekly report from department heads. Due to traveling, he had already missed two meetings that month and needed to be brought up to date, but he couldnât focus. He couldnât shake the confusing emotions left behind by that kiss Janna had planted on him. It might have been unexpected, but he would be lying if he said that he hadnât enjoyed finding out that her lips were still cushiony soft. But damn his treacherous body for wanting more than a kiss from her.
âWeâve had to hire a different carpenter contractor for the San Jose project.â Clarence Golding, the project director, cut into Austinâs thoughts. âThe one we were using is under a federal investigation, and no, it has nothing to do with Reynolds Development,â he said, as if knowing Austin or his father would