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interior light. Biting his lip, fighting the urge to brush his thumbs over those erect peaks, he ripped off his jacket and covered her just before Jeff’s face appeared in the open car door.
    “Jesus, are you okay, Maggie? You nearly got yourself mowed down.”
    “Yes, I’m…I’m all right. I’m fine. Sorry I scared you.”
    “Let me help you up. Christ, Lynn’s freaking out up there.”
    “Thanks. I’ll go talk to her.”
    Mace let Jeff help Maggie out of the car. He needed a moment to calm his raging hard-on. Taking a deep breath, he climbed out of the car and walked to where Maggie bent over the window, her hands clutching his jacket tight, reassuring her sister that she was fine.
    Jeff stopped him. “Listen, Mace, would you mind staying here tonight? Lynn and I need some time alone and Lynn’s feeling pretty guilty about ducking out on her sister.”
    Mace ran a hand through his hair. Shit yeah, I’d like to stay here, but she’ll think it’s a setup. “Maggie’s not going to be happy about it.”
    “I’m not asking you to climb into bed with her, for god’s sake; you can sleep on the couch. You’ll find some of my clothes in Lynn’s closet, and she keeps a few new toothbrushes stashed in the bathroom.”
    “Listen, Jeff, I don’t think I’m the person you should be asking. Maggie might find this a big imposition. I’m not even sure I’m comfortable with it.”
    “Why the hell not? I saw the way you were looking at her over dinner.”
    “That, brother, is exactly why not.”
    “It’s okay.” Both men looked in Maggie’s direction. “You can sleep on the couch. Do you have my purse?”
    Surprised, Mace nodded and held out her bag.
    She reached for it. “I’m tired. Good night, Jeff.” She stuck out a hand. “It’s good to meet you at last, and that was a wonderful meal. Thanks.”
    “You’re welcome, Maggie. Good night.” Jeff kissed her on the cheek and climbed back behind the wheel of his new car.
    Mace and Maggie stood side by side on the curb until the BMW pulled away. Mace opened his mouth, intending to apologize for putting her in an awkward situation, but Maggie held up her hand.
    “Don’t,” she said, “just don’t. We’re being set up and we both know it, so let’s play along and go upstairs like good little children. And Mace,” she stopped talking and gave him a reluctant smile, “thank you for being a gentleman. I could see and, um, feel what it cost you.”

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    Maggie headed straight for the bathroom. She needed a few moments of privacy, and the bathroom seemed like it would be the most reasonable place. Who bothers you in the bathroom?
    She stared at her face in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed, and she knew it wasn’t all from the alcohol. It was because of what she was thinking. I want to fuck him. I want to fuck him as much as I’ve ever wanted to do anything. I don’t want to fuck him. If I fuck him, I’m breaking the rule I established six months ago and I’ll be back to square one, falling into the same damn trap I’ve always ended up in. Fuck first, ask questions later.
    She sighed and decided to postpone a decision until she’d brushed her teeth and peed. Yes, postponing the decision for ten minutes will help loads. For all I know, despite the size of the erection I felt beneath his jeans, he’ll decline and that will make me feel like a total loser. Maggie exited the bathroom, squeezing past Mace where he waited in the hallway. Neither said a single word and they avoided eye contact. She walked into the bedroom, while he entered the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
    Sitting down on the bed, Maggie leaned over, resting her elbows on her bent knees and her head on her hands. There she sat, thinking. She heard Mace exit the bathroom, walk past the bedroom and into the sitting room, and then all was silent. He hadn’t knocked on the bedroom door or made a single move to seduce her. Taking a deep breath, Maggie rose to her