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wouldn’t put up a fight if you decided you wanted more than talk. Seems we’ve still got the same chemistry.”
    “Seems like it,” she said, finding it easier to return his grin.
    She capped the last of the well drinks and eased out from behind the bar, highly conscious of Cassandra’s eyes on her and Blake. The other bartender had been giving her shit for weeks, begging Erin to let her set her up with an eligible screw or two. Now Erin could practically feel the “go for it” vibes surging toward her from across the room.
    Unfortunately, Blake wasn’t any more her idea of eligible than the ex-porn star crowd Cassandra hung with.
    “But that’s probably not a good idea,” she said. “Sometimes it’s nice not to have any history.”
    He made a considering noise low in his throat. “Sometimes you’re in the mood for a stranger.”
    “Yes.” She nodded, grateful he understood. He didn’t seem angry or disappointed, either.
    In fact, he was amazingly casual about the whole thing. If she hadn’t felt how hard he’d been, she would never have guessed he was interested at all. Which was a good thing, she supposed, though she couldn’t deny a certain disappointment.
    “But other things are better with an old friend.” He stepped closer, forcing Erin to tilt her head back to keep looking him in the eye. When he spoke again, his voice was soft, almost a whisper. “Come on, let’s go for a ride.”
    “Go, Angel,” Cassandra said in a knowing tone as she wiped down the bar. “I’ll finish closing up and Pedro’s still in the break room. He’ll walk me to my car.”
    Erin hesitated for the barest moment more.
    There was a voice inside her that urged her to forget she’d ever seen Blake, grab her purse, and call a cab to take her back to South Pasadena alone. But it was a quiet voice, one that couldn’t compete with her curiosity.
    Why was Blake here?
    Why had he tracked her down now, after all these years?
    She had to know. Besides, Blake was the most trustworthy person she’d ever known. One of the only trustworthy people she’d ever known. If he said he was cool with talk and nothing more, he meant it.
    And she was strangely exhilarated by the thought of just taking a drive with this man.
    But then, some of her best memories were of being in the car with Blake, racing down the desert back roads, imagining they were on their way somewhere, anywhere but back to Carson City, Nevada.
     
    “Let’s just keep going,” she said, hanging her head out the window and letting the hot desert air whip it into a wild tangle.
    “Where should we go?” Blake asked, playing along, the way he always did. “Rome? Paris?”
    She laughed as she reached out, threading her fingers through his much longer ones. “I don’t need Europe. Give me Denver. Or maybe Miami. Someplace hot where we could live in swimsuits and have sex in the ocean every day.”
    Blake’s grip tightened on her hand and his jaw clenched. “You’re killing me. You know that.”
    She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek before she whispered. “No, you’re killing you. I’m so ready, Blake. I want more than your fingers or your mouth. I want you. Inside me. Tonight.” She reached her free hand over, caressing him through his jeans, her breath rushing out as she felt how hard he was. “God, baby, I want you. Please, tonight. Please… Make love to me under the sky and then let’s get back in this car and keep driving until the sun comes up.”
    “Okay,” he whispered, finally giving her what she’d been begging for.
    At least the first part.
    He made love to her until she felt like she’d died and been reborn in his arms, until she was even more in love with Blake Roberts than she’d been before. And even when he’d turned the car around and headed back to their foster home, she hadn’t been too sad about it.
    Phil was a nightmare, but she had the dream of being in Blake’s bed every afternoon before their foster father got home