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apology? I mentally shook my head and decided to roll with it.
    “They were right. So what do you plan to do to apologize?”
    Stone smiled, it was only slight, but enough to know he was pleased with my reaction. “I was wondering if you’d like to get a drink with me tonight?”
    “Hmm, I don’t know. I’m a busy woman,” I said , as I leaned against the door jam and crossed my arms. “What’s in it for me?”
    “Free drinks , for one, and maybe dancing, if you play your cards right.”
    “I see. Well, in that case, I happen to be free tonight. Where and what time?”
    “I can come pick you up.”
    “You mean you’ll send a couple of more pieces of beef jerky to get me? That might not be a good idea, considering.”
    I grinned, as he threw back his head and laughed. The jovial sound echoed off the concrete walls, causing the deep laughter to surround me. It took all I could not to close my eyes and just feel it. Feel it enter my bones with a shudder, until I was rolling in the baritone waves.
    “You are really something, you know that?”
    I blinked a couple of times, bringing me back to reality. “We’re back to that, are we?”
    “What? Oh, yes, guess we are. So, will we be something together, Foxy?” His voice had dropped, the husky timbre making my heart throb painfully in my chest.
    Trying to keep my coo l, I licked my lips and grinned, “For tonight, at least.”
    “ I will pick you up at eight then.” Dark gray eyes smoldered down at me, making me think of a whole lot of naughty bad things.
    When he left, I leaned against the closed door and blew out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. That man was trouble with a capital T. I was going to have to be careful around that one. The chemistry was off the roof and I knew for a fact we would be testing that chemistry out soon—in bed—or on a table—or the floor... Hell, I didn’t care where, as long as that’s where it stayed.

Chapter 8
     
     
    All I brought with me was my backpack. Not many clothes could fit in the thing and I hadn’t planned on needing to dress up. Of course, a night at the bar wasn’t a reason to dress up, so jeans and a nice shirt would do. Luckily, I had brought my favorite pair of jeans, and I had done a little shopping the day before, picking out the perfect top for such an occasion.
    The Jeans were so tight, they dug into my skin, but it was totally worth it. My ass looked spectacular. And the candy red halter I wore was cut low enough to show off the little amount of cleavage I had. Most redheads refuse to wear bright red, but I didn’t think it clashed at all. In fact, it brought out the deeper browns in my hair, making it look more auburn than red.
    I left my hair loose, for once , allowing it to lay naturally against my shoulders, and as far as make up, I hadn’t brought any, so I ran down to the drug store in town and picked up the basics. I went light, with a smoldering eye. Once that was done, I threw on my boots and turned to Paul, who had been watching me the whole time, of course, with a scowl on his face.
    “That’s what you’re wearing? Why don’t you just go naked?” he growled.
    “What? I’m clothed.”
    “Hardly,” he scoffed.
    “Seriously, Paul? You’re not my daddy.”
    He snorted and shook his head. “Thank God for small miracles.”
    Rolling my  eyes, I walked past him to leave, but didn’t make it, as a large warm hand gripped my wrist. I tugged a few times, then stopped when he wouldn’t let go. Oh, I could have gotten away, but that would have been a fight and I promised myself I wouldn’t fight with Paul anymore, or at least I’d try. All it did was flame the tension between us.
    So instead of struggl ing, I waited patiently for him to say whatever he needed to say, though I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.
    A finger lightly touched my chin, and with gentle pressure, pulled my face towards him. His lips hovered over mine and my breath caught in my chest . I had no idea