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but really, finding the guy she’d jilted a month earlier in a foreign city, in her hostel of all places…well, it was a tad disconcerting.
    She was still coming to grips with the fact that he hadn’t returned to her bedroom that night. She could still feel the nervous anticipation as he’d walked out of the bedroom, promising in that sexy voice of his that he would be right back. She was lying there, clothed but thoroughly disheveled, and more turned on than she’d ever been in her entire life. She had been so excited for what was to come—and then it had happened. Panic struck. The sound of her heartbeat warred with the whirring of the overhead fan. She’d landed in the world of reality with a thud and she was overwhelmed. And then she did what she’d always done best. She ran.
    And all this time she’d thought that he’d come back to her room only to find an empty bed and her favorite pair of earrings that she’d accidentally left behind. But no, he had left her there. What if she hadn’t fled? She would have lain there for hours wondering what had happened, what had gone wrong…maybe she should be pissed.
    She tried to cling to the anger but she couldn’t make it stick. It seemed the height of hypocrisy to be angry with him for something she’d done as well. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a little hurt, whether it was rational or not.
    She watched Jack trying to get the waitress’s attention. He still hadn’t answered her. Had he really come all this way to apologize?
    Ugh, that was equally embarrassing and sweet.
    Or maybe…maybe he was just looking for an excuse to see her again. Maybe he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her either. What if he too had been fantasizing about that night, wondering what would have happened if they’d seen it through. If they hadn’t run.
    She had a flash of his hands on her, caressing her through the gown as his lips moved over her neck, her shoulders. Maybe he’d spent the past month reliving that night too. A wave of heat coursed through her, so intense her mouth went dry.
    She took a sip of the wine. She should probably eat some dinner before she drank much more.
    The waitress handed them their menus and it was all Holly could do to concentrate on the words. Her mind couldn’t seem to focus; it was too busy obsessing over the man sitting across from her. When the server came back to take their order, Holly picked the first item that caught her eye and handed back the menu.
    Alone once more and without the distraction of food, Holly and Jack squared off. Holly forced a smile despite the butterflies that threatened to overtake her stomach. If there was one thing she knew how to do it was fake confidence no matter how bizarre the situation. “So tell me, Jack, you didn’t really come to my hostel just to apologize, did you?”
    One side of his mouth turned up in a grin that made the atmosphere seem a million times thinner. There was not nearly enough oxygen in this restaurant. He’d been thinking of her, too. That was it. He had come after her. She couldn’t name the emotion that was wreaking havoc with her senses, making it difficult to breathe or see or hear. It was excitement and fear and lust and nerves all rolled into one.
    “So the reason I’m here,” he started. “Your sister did send me. Er, I mean, I offered to come here on your sister’s behalf….”
    Jack’s awkwardness made Holly’s anxiety increase a million times over. Toying with the napkin in her lap, her voice came out sharper than she intended. “Just spit it out.”
    “Benjamin’s conference is in Paris, Texas, not Paris, France.”
    Holly’s blood ran cold at Benjamin’s name coming out of Jack’s mouth. She sat in stunned silence for a moment as the rest of his words made their way to her fuzzy brain. Guilt was the first emotion to deliver a sucker punch. Here she’d been daydreaming about Jack while she was supposed to be hunting down her soon-to-be fiancé for a