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but her hood kept him from judging her expression.
    Her voice gave him no clues, either. “What sort of strategy do you have, Jasper?”
    “Oh, you know.” He gave her hand a squeeze. “Maybe pretending to be a little more broken up over my previous relationship than I actually was. You can’t blame a guy for—”
    She pulled her hand away and turned to face him, her blue eyes colder than Lake Michigan. “Yes, I can, Jasper. You broke up with her, didn’t you?”
    “You mean technically?”
    “Yes. Let’s get extremely technical.”
    “I guess I’m the one who actually ended it, but it was the decent thing to do, after all. I’d met you, and I thought you were amazing.”
    She stared at him, her face growing tighter by the second. “So you really like me, huh?”
    “Yes.” He didn’t enjoy admitting his feelings under less-than-optimum circumstances, but maybe if she knew how he felt she’d get over being angry. “I think about you when I’m not with you, and when we’re together, time races by. It’s only been about three weeks, but you’re already a big part of my life.”
    She nodded. “Good. Then you won’t have to lie to the next girl. Be as broken up about this as you want.” Spinning away from him, she hurried down the street toward her apartment.
    He stared after her in stunned surprise. “You’re leaving? Over a little thing like that?”
    Instead of answering, she quickened her pace.
    “I can’t believe this.” Had any woman ever left him? If so, he couldn’t remember. And for Anica to leave him, the person he thought might turn out to be a life partner . . . This was just wrong. And by God he would fix it.
    He had to run to catch up with her, and he could hear the mousse slopping around in the take-out container—the mousse he’d hoped to smear all over her naked body. “Anica, wait!”
    She kept walking.
    “Hold up a minute.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her to a halt.
    She turned and glared at him. “Let go of me.”
    He knew if he did, she’d start off again. He gulped in cold air. “Anica, take it easy. You’re overreacting.”
    “ Overreacting ? You start our relationship with a bald-faced lie, pretending to be brokenhearted in order to worm your way into my life, into my bed , and you have the unmitigated gall to say I’m overreacting? You’re a real piece of work, Danes!”
    “Come on. What I did is a small thing, nothing in comparison to the good times you’re throwing away.”
    “If I’m throwing them away, it’s your fault, buddy. If you’re capable of that kind of calculated manipulation, how can I trust you to be honest about anything?”
    He pulled her closer. “Trust your body, Anica. We have chemistry. You can’t deny it.”
    Her nostrils flared, and for a moment something closer to desire than fury burned in her gaze. “I won’t deny it,” she said through clenched teeth. “Unlike you, I tell the truth.”
    “See? Now let’s just—”
    “No!” Breathing hard, she lifted her chin in defiance.
    “Just because a girl has chemistry with a jerk doesn’t mean she has to act on it!” She wrenched free and backed away from him.
    “Sweetheart, you’re cute when—”
    “Finish that sentence and I won’t be responsible for my actions.” She backed away and held up both hands. “I warn you. Stay away from me, Jasper. I’m in a really bad mood right now, and you don’t know what you’re dealing with.”
    He’d never seen her so worked up, and he admired her spirit. Surely he could coax her out of this snit and then he could redirect all that passion into more productive channels. He couldn’t accept that he was about to lose her. Not over something so trivial.
    He moved toward her again. “Come on, Anica. Be reasonable. Let’s talk this out.”
    “Back off, lover boy!” She pulled something out of her purse.
    “Pepper spray? Now you’re really being ridiculous.” Refusing to believe she’d hit him with the spray, he kept