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to worry yourself about me,” she rebutted with gusto. “I’m a big girl and I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. So, thanks for the waltz and have a great night.” She turned to walk away, but once again, Sam had reached out and held her by her arm.
    “Don’t get mad,” he begged with some urgency, “I didn’t mean it that way. Of course you can take care of yourself. I meant…” He was breathing hard and his eyes were locked on her mouth. “I meant, what am I going to do about how I feel about you?”
    With a sigh, her expression softened and her hand reached out to caress his face. He had a good face—masculine with sharp, well-defined angles and an aquiline nose that screamed class and personality. But his eyes were the shining stars of his face—green and soft, framed by strong protruding brows that seemed to protect the fluid beauty held within. Her heart melted as she traced his brows with her fingers, then his cheeks, his eagle nose, and his luscious soft lips. The air between them crackled and it became increasingly harder to breathe. “Take me home,” she whispered, not sure of what exactly she meant by it.
    Driving his silver Jeep Rubicon, Sam was quiet, focused on the road rather than on her it seemed, and that was all right with her. Not sure how to feel or what to say, Petra was more than happy to travel in silence while she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of contradictory feelings inside of her. Getting romantically involved right now was the last thing she wanted to do, but she was so drawn to this stranger she had met in the silly closet in Jonas’ apartment. How ridiculous was that? What did that absurd first chance encounter say about them and their relationship? Did they even have anything that remotely qualified as a relationship?
    By the time the Jeep stopped in her driveway, Petra was nowhere near finding an answer to her own questions and felt more confused than ever. Sam was still stoically quiet, hands on the wheel, eyes stubbornly aimed at the dashboard. “Can I walk you to your door?” he asked finally, moving his liquid eyes slowly toward hers.
    Gentleman-like as usual, he got out of the car and came to the passenger side to open her door. They walked slowly down the driveway toward the front door as the light turned itself on, inundating everything in a soft pearly glow. The walk was far too short and soon they were standing by the door, both shivering from the cold and the yearning that raked through their bodies and souls. This time, Petra made the first move. Reaching up for his neck, she pulled his head greedily to hers and devoured him in a passionate kiss. She could feel his now cold hands on her bare back, searching, caressing, and begging for more. Just as she had made the move to kiss him, she made them stop abruptly, leaving them both unfulfilled and incomplete. “Goodnight, Sam,” she managed to say before opening the door and hiding inside, her heart nearly exploding in frustration. It’s better this way. Take it slowly, really slow…
    Petra couldn’t help herself; she ran to the phone and called Alina. It felt good to have her friend back in her life, to have another woman to talk to. She hadn’t realized how lonely she was until that moment. As she waited for her friend to pick up on the other end, Petra gently bit her lip, her heart light as a feather for the first time in a long while.
    “Alina?” she asked, leaning closer to the receiver. “Guess what?” For the next thirty minutes, Petra relayed to Alina how she felt about a certain man who had unexpectedly taken hold of her life and was successfully doing the same with her heart.
    Later, lying in bed and reeling from frustration and wanting anew, she reviewed the evening in her head. As she took herself on a mental tour of her night at the gala, she realized that she had never asked Sam what he was doing there. For once, she didn’t think he had followed her. He was wearing a