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the first time they’d met.
The last three years had been a special kind of hell for him, wanting her more
with every new facet he learned about her. Aching for her to acknowledge that
there was something powerful between them, something that had her cheeks
turning that soft shade of pink whenever their eyes met.
             Something that had her all but running
from him these last months leading up to the wedding.
             No, she wouldn’t want him to bring any of
that up. Not when she had her mind set on another man. Another man he normally
wouldn’t wrong if his life depended on it.
             So what the hell had happened last night
to change that?
             Her warm hand had remained on his chest
where it landed, rubbing in soothing strokes as if she could hear the thoughts
going through his mind. If she could, why couldn’t she tell that the heart
beneath her touch was thudding so desperately for her?
             It skipped a beat suddenly, a thought
becoming clear.
             What if she didn’t want another man?
             She’d just been in bed with him,
mindlessly screaming his name. That didn’t seem like a woman desperate to get
back to someone else. Not even the guy she’d been about to marry. It seemed
like a woman finally right where she wanted to be. Possibly with no plans to
leave anytime soon.
             He bit back the urge to grin like a smug
idiot.
             It wasn’t too easy to do until he
remembered that neither of them had a clue how it had happened. That fact killed
the smugness dead. What if the blank spots in their memory came from a drunken
binge of some kind? He’d never had one before, but there was a first time for
everything. Maybe it had been a first time for Delilah too?
             However it went, one thing was clear.
They were both sober now but the chemistry between them sizzled hotter than
ever. He might be clueless about a lot of things, but not even he could miss
that particular truth. He could feel her like a hum of need, her softness
melding to his side and yet, somehow, her laughter warmed something deep in his
chest. This was how they should have always been. Maybe how they could have
been, if he’d met her first. But he hadn’t and they had never allowed
themselves more than a few stolen moments when they’d forget themselves and
what they were supposed to be to each other. A joke no one else understood, a
whispered remark no one else ever heard. A touch no one else could have given…
Just good friends, connected only by the man they both cared so much about.
             This moment was more stolen than any of
those others put together.
             It only made him hungrier for more.
             If ever he had a chance with her, to show
her how he felt, this was it. The only opportunity he might ever get to be with
the woman who owned him body and soul.
             Put like that, not even guilt could stop
him from taking it.
             He slid his hand over hers, blinking at
the feel of warm metal and cool gemstone. Lifting his head, he picked up her
hand, turning it so the solitaire and two gold bands caught the light,
glittering at him in familiar, fiery glints. He picked up his own left hand,
recognizing the heavy gold band on his ring finger just as easily.
             “What’s wrong?”
             “Nothing,” he answered, still staring at
their hands. It wasn’t a lie. In fact, this was so right he thought his chest
might just burst. “These are my grandparents’ wedding rings.”
             When she would have pulled away, he
twined their fingers together.
             “Kane—”
             “Shhh, just let me savor this for a
minute.”
             “Savor what? Being naked in a closet with
your best friend’s fiancée and no idea how you got there?”
             He shook his head, swallowing carefully
before meeting