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he might have known the sound of her laughter and the way her eyes darkened when she was angry, but that obviously wasn’t enough.
    He should probably feel remorse for what he’d just done, but he couldn’t muster up the emotion. It would mean he regretted tonight, and he didn’t. Maybe he would later, when the piper had to be paid, but for the moment the satisfaction was too close to the surface.
    Trouble would find him soon enough, anyway. It always did. Besides, with her naked body pressed close he wanted another taste. There was no point asking for absolution if he fully intended to sin again.
    He hadn’t gone to that party with the intention of picking someone up. Considering what had happened, sleeping with anyone his first day back in Sweetheart was probably the worst decision he could have made. The fact that it had been Willow just compounded the stupidity.
    She really was nothing like her sister, which was a good thing. Rose had been provoking and selfish, caring about no one but herself. Willow was soft and quiet. Giving. Reserved, even if tonight she had wanted to pretend she was daring.
    But, God, beneath all the polished restraint she was passionate. And nothing like the women he normally connected with.
    He liked to get down and dirty, in his job, in bed and in general. Life was too short and too much shit happened. Shit that no one could predict or control.
    So tonight he was going to enjoy the moment. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with the rest.

4
    W ILLOW WOKE SLOWLY, a delicious smile curving her lips before she’d even opened her eyes. Stretching, her body protested in the strangest places.
    And then she remembered.
    She sat bolt upright, clutching the lavender sheet to her naked chest.
    “Oh, my God,” she breathed out to the empty room.
    It hadn’t been a dream. She’d really been that wanton and unabashedly reckless.
    Her face flamed with delayed embarrassment. The things she’d done...and let him do to her.
    With a groan, she dropped back into the pile of pillows, shielding her face with her arm.
    Was it a good thing that she was alone? Or should she be pissed that he’d left while she was asleep? Maybe she should call Tatum and ask her just what morning-after protocol called for.
    Memories of last night flashed across her closed lids. A dark head between her open thighs as pleasure spiraled ruthlessly through her. Silky strands clutched between her demanding hands as she kept him right where she wanted him.
    His body sliding sinuously against hers in a relentless rhythm that drove her crazy.
    Her body hummed, electrified by nothing more than the ghosts of what they’d done to each other and the lingering scent of sex that still clung to her skin.
    “Well, that’s certainly a nice vision to walk in on.”
    With a startled yelp, Willow jackknifed up off the bed. Her hair fell into her eyes, obscuring her vision. The velvety-smooth sound of his chuckle slipped down her spine, sending tingles of awareness with it.
    Her internal muscles contracted with remembered pleasure and the need for more. Willow ignored their demand.
    Pushing her hair out of her face, she realized two things at once. First, the sheet was puddled in her lap leaving her bare from the waist up.
    Snatching at the edge, she pulled it up to her chin.
    His sinfully sculpted mouth twitched and the dark slash of a single eyebrow rose. “Little late for that, isn’t it?”
    Ignoring him, Willow gathered the sheet around her like a shield. It was about the only one she had left.
    Pushing away from the door frame he’d negligently propped himself against, he moved into her private space with a powerful grace that made her want to hate him. His black pants were slung low on his hips, leaving the top slashes of the V of sculpted muscle visible.
    She remembered running her tongue down those matching creases straight to the Promised Land they pointed to. Her skin flushed hotter.
    He sank to the bed beside her, his hip