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be cared about, to have a real
relationship, one that was committed and genuine and loving.
    That was, I realized, what I wanted to have with him. What I
had expected to have with him. Even though he’d made it clear from the
beginning that it wasn’t going to happen.
    My hands shaking slightly, I went to the closet and pulled
out my empty suitcase. Since I’d packed for only a weekend, it didn’t take me
long to put everything back in my suitcase. Not up to facing Shane or Jordan, I
spent the rest of the time in my room, lounging on the bed and channel surfing
on the stupid television hanging on the wall. Nothing appealed. Time dragged. I
was so relieved when there was a knock on my door, and Shane called through it,
“The boat’s here to take you back to Antigua.”
    I opened the door, and felt a warm rush. It was so unfair
that this had to end already. Shane and I did have some insane chemistry. I’d
never felt like that with another man, like I couldn’t get close enough to him,
couldn’t touch him enough, couldn’t kiss him enough.
    “Have a safe trip,” he said as he moved aside to let me
pass.
    I stepped out of the room, set the suitcase on the floor and
stared at him. Then, acting out of pure impulse, I threw my arms around his
neck and hugged him. My body melted immediately. My nose and eyes started
burning. And when he enclosed me in his embrace, a sob ripped up my throat. I
clung to him, wondering if I would find the strength to leave.
    His hands glided down my back, coming to rest on my waist.
He pushed, gently, easing me away. “We’d better get you on that boat.”
    Sniffling, I nodded.
    When I passed Jordan, who was sitting in the living room, I
made eye contact but said nothing to him. He intimidated me, now that I knew
what he’d been thinking. When I saw something flicker across his face, I jerked
my gaze away and followed Shane outside, down the steps and to the dock. He
helped me onto the boat. I stood there, hands gripping the railing, as the
engines started purring and we drifted out to sea. Shane remained on the dock,
watching me, looking sad and alone.
    It sure didn’t look like the domination and submission thing
was working for Shane any more than it was working for me. Why couldn’t he give
it up? Why couldn’t he just tell Jordan to go find his own fucking submissive?
    Why?
    * * * * *
    “What happened?” Jill asked me the minute I was in her car.
She didn’t even give me the chance to buckle my seatbelt.
    “I don’t know if I’m ready to talk about it yet.”
    “Oh, hun. That bad?”
    A horn honked behind us, and she flipped the driver the
bird, shifted into drive, and hit the gas. “Effing jerk. He just couldn’t wait
another second. One freaking second.” She steered her car around a hotel
shuttle and zoomed toward the freeway. “Where did you go?”
    “Antigua.”
    “Antigua? It must’ve been really bad, if you had to leave
early.”
    “It was.”
    Jill didn’t say another word. Not until I was home. She
helped me drag my stuff into the condo.
    Inside my living room, I gave her what was probably the
lamest smile ever. “Thanks for coming to pick me up.” I blinked. I blinked again.
Dammit, my eyes were watering.
    Jill pulled me into a hug, ran her hand down the back of my
hair. “The asshole doesn’t deserve you.”
    “It wasn’t so much that he was an asshole.”
    Jill gave me another squeeze then dragged me toward the
couch. “Tell me.”
    I flopped onto the couch. “It’s not that he’s a jerk. It’s
that…he and I live in different worlds. And I’m not just talking about his
money. He’s insanely rich. We flew in a private jet. And the house. Ohmygod. On
the shore, ocean views from practically every room. An infinity pool. I could
handle all that, I think. I mean, it wasn’t like I’ve met his friends yet. I
take that back. I met one. He was the reason why I left.”
    “Why? Did he call you a gold digger?”
    “No. He expected Shane to share