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Later, Evangeline walked quickly to the bar, dying to get
out of the heat of the day. It was rounding midday, and every suit, Botoxed
bimbo, and unlucky bastard trying their luck at living the Hollywood dream was
out, clogging up the sidewalks. Slipping between two businessmen—both on their
phones—she kept weaving in and out of the crowd, finally arriving at the club.
She pulled the keys from her pocket just as someone bumped into her, sending
them flying out of her hand.
The guy didn’t stop.
“Way to go, jackass,” she said under her breath. Crouching
down, she swiped the keys off the sidewalk and looked up, her breath halting in
her lungs for a moment. Beau was waiting outside the club, his arms folded over
his chest like he had all damn day to wait... for her. Her heart lurched
when his eyes met hers, determination shining in them. With her mouth suddenly
dry, she wondered if she could simply turn around and go back to her apartment.
She’d dreamed about him last night. After seeing him at the
café, after talking to him and finding out the truth, it almost made her
reconsider her decision to keep him at a distance. She longed to have that
intimacy back with him, but she wasn’t sure she was willing to risk her heart
for it. It could only survive being decimated like that once.
Shaking herself, she straightened her spine and approached
the front door of the club. Every one of her movements was precise—careful. She felt the
key slide into the cylinder, felt each of the teeth slide into position.
Letting out a breath, she turned the key and opened the door. She peered over
her shoulder at him, already knowing he wasn’t going to leave.
Once he has an idea in his head…
He followed her, closing the door behind him. She spun
around to face him, yet he didn't say anything. He didn't need to. She could
read everything he wanted to say in his expression, in his heavy-lidded gaze.
She backed farther into
the club, her skin prickling with awareness.
"Come to my office," she murmured. Turning, she
felt as if she were floating.
Beau was a solid wall of heat at her back, and her body remembered what he felt
like on top of her, what he felt like inside her. She walked
into her office and stopped when Beau's warm fingers curled around the back of
her neck. The heat intensified as he pressed himself against her, his pecks in
line with her shoulder blades.
"I know you haven't forgotten how good we are
together."
"Were, Beau."
His chest rose and fell. "We can have it again,
Vee."
She shook her head. "I can't."
"Please."
Her eyes closed as she felt the last of her resolve crumble
and dissolve. What if it was only one time? Surely what she felt was just an
itch she needed scratched. "No, Beau."
With a soft curse, he spun her around, forcing their eyes to
meet. "You're lying."
She jerked her chin up. "Don't."
"Don't what? Tell you how I feel? Tell you that I've
missed you every single day since I lost you?"
"Yes," she hissed. "Don't say that. Don't
tell me those things."
"Why not?" he shot back, taking a step toward her,
forcing her to back up. "Because you feel the same way?"
Evangeline's back slammed into the wall of her office.
"I don't."
"Liar."
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