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engaged in what he was saying. He wasn’t sure why. Did she really want to know the man he was?
    â€œFamous,” he said. “I know, shallow, right?”
    â€œI wanted that, too,” she admitted.
    He thought she was being kind and trying to make him feel better about his rather shallow goals. Cam always said that Nate was too pretty and that had made him believe he could skate through life. But Nate ignored what his brother said. He’d worked hard to be good at baseball and he’d done it because he thought it would pay off.
    In a way, it had.
    â€œReally?” he asked.
    â€œYou think I’m joking around?”
    â€œOf course not. But I don’t know anything about you.I know you weren’t a baseball player. Our paths would have crossed before tonight.”
    â€œIndeed, they would have,” she said.
    â€œSo?”
    She took a deep breath and then a sip of her drink. The mojito was smooth and minty and he saw her savor it as it went down. Since she hadn’t lingered over her drink like that before, he suspected she didn’t want to talk about herself now.
    â€œTell me, honey. Your secret is safe with me.”
    â€œHoney? You don’t know me well enough to call me that.”
    â€œJen, I will before the night is over.”
    â€œIsn’t that a little presumptuous of you?” she asked.
    â€œNo. You are just as interested in me as I am in you.”
    She nodded. “I am. I hate to say it but I really do want to know the man behind the flash.”
    â€œGood. I hope you find him to your liking,” he said.
    â€œYou’re impressing me so far,” she said.
    He took another sip of his drink. The February breeze blew around them stirring a tendril at the side of her face. Each time the wind blew, the strand of hair brushed over her high cheekbones and caught on her lips.
    He reached up and brushed it back, tucking it behind her ear. “There you go.”
    â€œThanks,” she said, but her voice was softer, huskier than it had been moments earlier.
    â€œWhat did you want to be famous for doing?” he asked.
    He couldn’t stop touching her skin. It was soft, maybe the softest he’d felt in a long time. The women he usuallykept company with were concerned about their looks and how they appeared to others—seldom did they let him touch them except in bed when they were making love. But Jen let him touch her face.
    He stroked his finger over her lower lip until she pulled back. Her lips were parted and her breath brushed across his finger.
    â€œI can’t think when you do that,” she said.
    â€œThen don’t think,” he replied. He tightened his arm along her shoulders and drew her closer to him. Her mojito glass brushed against his chest wet and cold.
    She licked her lips and her eyes started to close as he lowered his head. He wanted this night to go on forever but he knew he couldn’t sit here on the rooftop another minute without kissing her.
    She tempted him on so many levels and he wasn’t sure how to deal with a woman who had that effect on him. He wanted to pretend that it was simply the unknown and the curiosity of being with someone who seemed so natural here with him. He didn’t have the feeling she was with him because she wanted to meet his famous friends or have her picture in the papers.
    And that was a heady aphrodisiac.
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    Jen was surprised by her reaction to Nate—a non-dancer. She shook her head reminding herself dancing wasn’t her life anymore. It still was a shock to think of her world the way it was now.
    â€œI’m sensing you aren’t thinking about kissing me anymore.”
    She pulled back, nibbling on her lower lip. The smell of hibiscus filled the air from the potted plants that were stationed near the edge of the railing.
    â€œNo—I mean yes. I was thinking about you. How different you are than the other men I’ve dated.”
    â€œI