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I was looking for a stranger.The Fishtank wasnt my usual hangout, though Id been

inside it once or twice. Recently redecorated, it sought tocompete with a bunch of brand-new bars and restaurants that

had opened in downtown Harrisburg, but though the tropi-

cal theme and aquariums were pretty and the drinks cheap

enough, the Fishtank was too far away from restaurant row

to really compete. What it did have that the other, newer barsdidnt, was the attached hotel. The Fishtank, where you hook

em, was sort of a joke with the young and single crowd of

central Pennsylvania. Or at least with me, and I was young.

And blessedly, purposefully, single.

Scanning the crowd, I wove my way through the closely

set tables toward the bar. The Fishtank was filled, literally,with people I didnt know. One would be the perfect stranger,

emphasis on perfect.

So far, I hadnt seen him, but there was still time. I took a


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above the tops of my stockings. My panties, of even wispier

lace, rubbed me as I shifted.

Tregs Pale Ale, I told the bartender, who passed me a

bottle with a nod.Compared to many of the women in the Fishtank, I was

dressed conservatively. My black skirt was cut fashionably

just above the knee, my blouse silky and formfitting, but in

the sea of low-riding jeans and navel-baring T-shirts, spa-

ghetti straps and hooker heels, I stood out. Just the way Iwanted.

I sipped my beer and looked around. Who would it be?

Who would take me upstairs tonight? How long would I

have to wait?

Apparently, not long. The seat next to mine had been

empty when I sat, but now a man took it. Unfortunately, itwas the wrong man. A stranger, yes, but not the one I was

waiting for. The guy had blond hair and a gap between his

two front teeth. Cute, but definitely not what I wanted. Also

unfortunately, he didnt seem to take a hint.

No, thanks, I said when he offered to buy me a drink.Im waiting for my boyfriend.

Youre not waiting for your boyfriend. He said this with

unshakable confidence. Youre just saying that. Let me buy

you a drink.

I have one already. I gave him points for persistence, but

I wasnt here to go home with a frat boy who thought notjokes were the height of humor.

Okay, Ill leave you alone. Pause. NOT!

He laughed, slapping a thigh. Cmon. Let me buy you a


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Frat Boy and I turned, and both our jaws dropped. Im

pretty sure we each had different reasons. His was probably

surprise at being wrong. Mine was in delight.

The man standing next to me had the dark hair and blue

eyes Id been looking for. The earring. The jeans, deliciously

worn in all the right places and the white T-shirt with a

leather jacket over it. I was seated on a high bar stool and he

still towered over me. I guessed him to be at least four inches

over six feet, if not more.Very, very nice.

My stranger flicked his hand like he was brushing away

Frat Boy. Gwan, now. Go.

Frat Boy, to give him credit, didnt try to make excuses.

He just grinned and got off the stool. Sorry, man. You cantblame me for trying, can you?

My stranger turned to look at me, and his blue-eyed gaze

roamed over my every inch before he answered. No. He

sounded considering. I dont guess I can.

My stranger took the vacated seat. He held out the hand

not gripping the glass of dark beer. Hi. Im Sam. Dont say

Sam I am,or Ill toss you back to that doofus.

Sam. The name suited him. Before he gave it I mightve

imagined him as anyone, but once he did I could think of

him as nobody else.

Grace. I shook his proffered hand. Nice to meet you.What are you drinking, Grace?

I lifted my bottle. Tregs Pale Ale.

How is that?


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I havent finished the one I have, I said, but with the

smile I hadnt given Frat Boy.

Sam leaned in. Cmon, Grace. Itll put hair on your chest.

Uh-huh. Do I look like I want hair on my chest?Sam blatantly eyed the front of my blouse. Without see-

ing the chest in question, Im afraid I cant say.

I laughed. Riiiight. Try again.

Sam gestured to the bartender and asked for two more

bottles of the pale ale. For when youre done with that one.I didnt take the second bottle. I cant, really. Im on call.

Are you a doctor? Sam tipped back the last of his beer

from his glass and pulled a bottle toward him.

No.

He paused, waiting for me to say more, but I didnt. He

drank, swallowed. He gave the sort of manly grunt and lip-smack guys make when they drink beer from bottles and are

trying to impress women. I watched him without speaking

and sipped from my own bottle, wondering how he meant

to do this. I really hoped hed make it convincing enough for

me to go upstairs with him.So. Youre not here to drink, then? Sam eyed me, then

turned on his stool so our knees touched.

I smiled at the touch of challenge in his tone. Not

really. No.

So He paused, as if thinking. He was very good. So

what youre saying is, lets say a guy, oh, bought you a drink.Okay.

Before he knew you werent here to drink.

I smiled again, holding back a laugh. Sure. Lets say that.


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I pushed the bottle hed bought me toward him. I guess

that would depend.

Sams slow grin was a heat-seeking missile sent straight

between my thighs. On what?On if he was cute or not.

Slowly he turned to show off his profile, then to the other

side until he finally looked at me head-on. Hows this?

I looked him over. His hair, the color of expensive black

licorice and spiked on the crown, feathered a bit over hisears and against the back of his neck. His jeans had rubbed

to white in interesting places. He wore black, scuffed boots

I hadnt noticed before. I looked back up to his face and the

quirking mouth, the nose saved from being too sharp only by

the way the rest of his features came together. He had brows

like dark wings, arched high over the center of his eyes andtapering to nothing at the outside corners.

Yes. I leaned closer. Youre cute enough.

Sam rapped the top of the bar with his knuckles and wa-

hooed.The noise turned heads, but he didnt notice. Or he

pretended not to. Damn. My mama was right. I am purty.He wasnt, really. Attractive, but not pretty. Still, I couldnt

help laughing. He wasnt what Id been expecting, but

wasnt that the point of meeting a stranger?

He didnt waste any time.

Youre very pretty, Sam, beer finished in record time,

leaned to murmur in the vicinity of my ear.His lips tickled the sensitive skin of my neck just below

my lobe. Already primed by the fantasy, my body reacted

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little like soap. A whole lot like yum. I wanted to lick him.

Thanks.

We each sat back on our stools. Smiling. I crossed my legs

and watched his gaze follow the hem of my skirt as it rose to

give him a glimpse of bare thigh. His eyes widened in sat-

isfactory appreciation. His tongue slid along his bottom lip,

leaving it glistening.

He looked into my eyes. I dont suppose youre the type

of girl to go upstairs with a guy she just met, even if he iscute as all hell?

Actually, I told him, matching his low, breathy tone, I

think I might be.

Sam paid the bill and left a tip big enough to make the bar-

tender grin. Then he took my hand to help me down from thestool, holding me steady when my foot came down wrong as

though hed known all along Id stumble. Even in four-inch

heels I had to tilt my head way back to look into his face.

Thank you, I said.

What can I say? Sam replied. Im a gentleman.

He stood head and shoulders over most of the crowd, which

had grown considerably since I came in, and he led me with-

out faltering through the maze of tables and bodies toward

the door to the lobby.

Nobody could have known wed just met. That we were

strangers. I was going upstairs to a strangers room. Nobodycould know that, but I did, and my heart thumped hard and

harder the closer we got to the elevator.

The walls inside reflected us both, our faces blurred by the


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it. When I looked up again to meet his gaze in the mirror,

Sams smile had shifted.

I saw him put his hand on the back of my neck before I felt

his touch. The mirror had created that distance, that second

of delay. Like watching a movie or TV, but somehow that

small disconnect made this seem all the more real.

At the door to his room Sam took his hand away from

the back of my neck to dig in his pockets for the key card.

He tried both front pockets and came up with nothing but afew coins. He fumbled. His nervousness charmed me even

as it prompted my own. He found the key inside his wallet,

tucked into a back pocket.

I liked his laugh when he pulled it out and fit it into the

door. The lock blinked red, and he muttered a curse I deci-phered by tone, not by word. He tried again, his hands so

big they engulfed the slim plastic card. I couldnt stop star-

ing at his hands.

Fuck, Sam said clearly, and handed me the card. I cant

get the door open.

I reached for the card. Our hands touched. Then some-

how his hand had encircled my wrist and my back pressed

against the still-closed door. Sam pressed against my front.

His mouth found mine already open for him. His hand dis-

covered my leg already cocked to fit his grasp just behind my

knee. He fit between my legs like the key ought to have fitin the lock, without hesitation, opening my door. His fingers

slid higher beneath my skirt above the edge of my stockings

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hall he kissed me for the first time, and there was nothing

slow or easy about it. Nothing soft or hesitant.

Sam stroked my tongue with his. His belt buckle pushed

my belly through my silky shirt. Lower, his cock nudged me,too, through the barrier of his jeans. He let go of my wrist.

Unlock the door. He stopped the kiss just long enough

to speak into my mouth.

His hand hit the door handle as I rammed the key, without

looking, into the lock. Behind me the door flew open withthe pressure of our bodies, but neither of us stumbled. Sam

was holding me too tightly for that.

He moved me, mouth still glued to mine, two steps into

the room and kicked the door shut behind us. The slam of it

echoed between my legs. Sam, breathing hard, pulled away

to look into my eyes.This is what you want?

I found the voice to rasp, Yes.

He nodded, just once, and took my mouth again. His kiss

might have bruised me, had he not pulled back just enough

to keep it from hurting. Without the door holding me up, Ihad to rely on Sams arms around me. One slid behind my

shoulders. The other left the secret treasure of my thigh to go

around my lower back. He pulled me along with him even as

he step-by-stepped me back toward the bed. It hit the back

of my legs. He broke the kiss again.

Hold on a second. Sam reached around me to tug downthe comforter, tossing it unceremoniously into a pile on the

floor.

He grinned at me. His cheeks looked a bit flushed, his


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We made it to the bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter.

Sam was as long lying down as he was standing, but on the

bed I could move up to kiss him without having to tilt my

head so far. I found his throat, the jut of his Adams apple.His skin tasted of salt. I rubbed the first poking bristles of

his beard with my lips.

My skirt had ridden up, helped by Sams hands. He pushed

the material higher. One large hand cupped my thigh. The

edge of his fingers brushed my panties, and my breath caught.I looked up to see him looking down with an expression

of mingled amusement and something else I couldnt quite

decipher. I took my mouth from his skin and sat up a little,

pushing back but not pulling away.

What?

His hand on my thigh shifted higher while his other wentto prop his head. Stretched out that way, his clothes askew

and our limbs tangled, he looked enviably comfortable in his

own skin. Men often did. Sometimes they had to put it on,

that confidence, the way they put on cologne. Sams seemed

more innate, an awareness of himself as much a part of himas the color of his eyes or those long, long legs.

He shook his head. Nothing.

It cant be nothing, I said. Youre looking at me funny.

Am I? He sat up a little but didnt take his hand from my

thigh. He crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Was

it like this?I burst into laugher. Not quite.

Ah, good. Sam nodded and leaned to catch my mouth

in another kiss, speaking without taking his lips from mine.


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times slipping down closer to my knee and moving up again,

but though his fingers occasionally brushed the lace of my

panties, he never actually touched me there. He didnt lie

on top of me, either, squooshing, but kept his weight to theside. Nothing was going quite as Id expectedbut wasnt

that what I wanted? To be surprised?

He kissed me fast. He kissed me slow. He nibbled and

nuzzled and licked, and all the while his hand stayed in its

maddening position so close to where I wanted it, but neverquite making it there.

Sam, I whispered finally, hoarsely, unable to take it any

longer.

He paused in kissing me to look into my eyes. Yes,

Grace?

Youre killing me.He smiled. Am I?

I nodded and slid a hand between us to tug on his belt

buckle. You are.

His hand inched higher. Can I make it up to you?

I unhooked the buckle. I think so. Maybe.He turned his hand as he moved it. When he touched me,

finally, the heel of his palm pressed flat to my cunt, and my

mouth parted in a gasp I didnt bother to try to keep silent.

Howm I doing so far? he asked, his head bent so his

mouth brushed my cheek.

Good. Verygood. Speaking took the effort of con-centration I found difficult with his hand on me. So far hed

done no more than press against me. Hadnt even rubbed. But

primed by the long, slow minutes of kissing and the hours


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my throat. Sam sucked, gently, then took the skin between his

teeth. The bite didnt hurt, but it did send sensation ripping

through me. I arched beneath him. My hands found the back

of his head, the smooth silk of his hair, and I wound my fin-gers in it. Pressing him to me, keeping his mouth there while

he sucked my skin. I would bruise. I couldnt, just then, care.

I like the way you say my name, he murmured. His

tongue slid along the place where hed left his mark. Say

it again.Sam. I breathed it.

I heard the smile in his voice when he spoke again. I am.

Then we were laughing again, until he took his hand from

between my legs and used it to tug open the buttons on my

blouse, one at a time. Then I stopped laughing, too breath-

less to do more than sigh. He eased open my shirt. He pushedhimself up on one elbow and folded back the material to

show my bra. His fingers traced the lacy edges over the tops

of my breasts.

My nipples had gone tight, hard, aching. When Sams

thumb passed over one, I sucked in a breath. I watched hisface as he looked down at me. When he bent to kiss my ex-

posed skin, I bit my lower lip. My body moved beneath him.

Sam sat up. He shrugged out of his leather jacket and

pulled his shirt off over his head, leaving his hair standing

up all over the place. His body was as long and lean as his

legs. He knelt beside me, one hand rubbing his chest almostabsently. His other hand toyed with the open belt buckle,

then the button beneath. He undid it, but left the zipper alone.

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Sam laughed. Yes.

I slid one stocking-clad foot up over his thigh and rubbed

the front of his jeans. Are you shy?

Sams hips pushed forward at the touch of my foot, and hismouth parted. His hand paused in its rubbing, fingers going

flat over his heart. Maybe. A little.

Holy hell, that was hot. I didnt believe him, really. He

hadnt acted shy anytime tonight. Want me to go first?

Sams grin melted me. Okay.I got off the bed to make it easier for myself. Without my

shoes on, I was face-to-chest with himnot a bad view at

all. Sams bare chest was smooth and muscled, with a hint of

six-pack abs but nothing overdefined. I took a couple steps

back. My shirt hung open, courtesy of his unbuttoning. I took

my time sliding the fabric from one arm, then the other. Itossed the shirt onto the chair. Sams eyes didnt even follow

it. They stayed on me.

Id chosen my skirt for the ease of getting it off, but though

it would have taken me but a second to unhook and unzip it, I

took much longer than that. Never taking my eyes from his, Islipped open the button at my hip. A second later I unzipped,

inch by slow inch. Then I slid the fabric over my hips and let

the skirt fall to the floor in a puddle at my feet. I stepped out

of it and hooked it out of the way with my foot. I stood be-

fore Sam in my white lace bra and matching panties, in the

wispy garter belt and nude, seamed stockings.The look on his face had made every second worth it.

I would never win any beauty contests. Too many bulges in

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His pupils had gone large and dark, nearly swallowing the

green-blue. His lips glistened from where hed swiped his

tongue. Wow.

The compliment was all the nicer because it sounded sosincere. Thank you.

He didnt move. One hand still pressed over his heart, the

other hooked into the front of his jeans. He looked at me, his

mouth pulling up on one side. My turn, huh?

Your turn, Sam.God, Sam said. I love the way that sounds.

Sam, I whispered, stepping toward him. Sam, Sam,

Sam.

Id heard of kinkier fetishes, but he said he liked it, and

hell, I liked it, too. There was something sweet and sexy

about the name. About him. The way each time the wordpurred from my tongue his smile twitched broader.

I reached for the front of his jeans. The metal button and

zipper were cool compared to the heat coming through the

denim. My heart skipped a little when my fingers traced the

outline of his erection. He groaned. I wanted to get on myknees at that sound, but I didnt.

I looked up at him, instead. Way, way up. I tugged open

the button. Click-clicked down the zipper. Always watching

his face, not his crotch. Sam hadnt moved his hand from his

chest, though his fingers tightened a bit on his skin. The pulse

leaped in his throat, and a muscle in his cheek twitched. Hissmile had thinned. He reached to push the hair off my face.

I hooked my fingers in the denim at his hips and pushed.

It didnt snag. Hed worn a belt for more than just fashion,


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ankles and waited while he lifted one foot, then the other, to

pull them off. I stood then, swiftly, running my hands along

his endlessly long legs as I did.

I couldnt look at his crotch.

I didnt know why I had suddenly become shy. I wasnt a

stranger to bulging boxers. Something in his face stopped me.

There is always a moment when the final barrier has to

come down.

Sam?He nodded. He stopped holding his heart and reached for

me, instead. He bent, I stretched, and we met somehow in

the middle with our mouths.

This time he covered me completely when he laid me on

the bed, but I didnt feel crushed. I feltembraced. Enfolded.There was so much of Sam he surrounded me.

I shouldve panicked, maybe. Felt trapped. But too busy

with his mouth and his hands helping me off with my under-

wear, too busy reaching to free him from the cotton boxers,

I didnt have time. I couldnt think of anything but the silky

heat of his cock in my hands when at last I found it.

Sam made a small, helpless noise when I touched him

there. I slid my hand along his erection. Sams prick, like the

rest of him, was long. His fingers closed over mine. There

was no room to stroke him, not with him on top of me that

way.He buried his face in my neck. The rise and fall of his

breath pushed our bodies together. The seconds ticked out

between us, only a few. He moved down my body to kiss my


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I let the pleasure sweep over me, but at the odd motion of

his head I had to look down. What are you doing?

Writing my name, he said without apology, and demon-

strated with his tongue on my skin. S-A-M-S-TIt tickled, and I squirmed. He grinned up at me briefly

before dipping his head lower. His breath gusted over my

trimmed pubic curls, and I tensed. I always did at that mo-

ment, waiting for the first touch of tongue on sensitive flesh.

Sam, perhaps reading the tension of my muscles as dis-taste, moved back up my body. He looked up past my face,

stretched and hooked open the nightstand drawer with a fin-

ger. The movement brought his chest within licking distance,

and I didnt pass up my opportunity. He shivered. He pulled

back to me and held open his hand.

You pick, he said.I looked over the selection of condoms in his hand, think-

ing how sweet it was not to need to wonder if there was going

to be an issue about using protection. Wow. Ribbed for my

pleasure, extra-lubricatedglow in the dark? I laughed at

the last one.He did, too, and tossed it to the floor. He held up one of

the ribbed condoms. This one, then?

Looks good to me.

He handed me the package, warm from his palm. Sam

rolled onto his back, arms behind his head on the pillow. No

more shyness, not for either of us. No point in it now.His body was put together like someone had taken extra

care to make sure everything fit just right. Legs and thighs

and belly, hips and ribs and neck, shoulders, arms and hands.


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couldnt quite get a handle on Sams smile. It wasnt a smirk,

or smug. It was almost a little bemused.

Naked, I knelt next to his thigh. I stroked his erection, and

he pushed his hips upward when I did. He untucked a handfrom beneath his head and slipped it between my legs. His

thumb pressed my clit, and it was my turn to shiver.

I stroked. He rubbed. In a minute we were both panting.

He moved a finger along my folds. I knew he felt how wet I

was. How ready. He slid a finger inside me and my grip onhim faltered as I gasped.

Grace, Sam whispered, voice gone guttural and low. I

hope youre ready, because I cant wait much longer.

Neither could I. Im ready. I paused, then added, Sam.

I had no trouble figuring out what his smile meant that

time. I shifted on his hand so he could slide free. I put thecondom on him, and a moment after that, myself. His hands

gripped my hips. I leaned forward, my hands on his shoul-

ders.

We looked into each others eyes.

He moved me, at first, with slow, steady strokes. We foundour rhythm almost at once. My clit rubbed him with every

thrust, the pressure tantalizing but not quite enough. Sam

solved that problem in another minute when he put his thumb

against me again.

I didnt care what came from my mouth just then. A string

of words that made no sense, maybe. Something halfway be-tween a prayer and a curse. But one thing I do know I said

was his name.

Orgasms are like waves, no two alike. They ebb, flow, rise


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ing off just when I needed it to, but in the next moment hed

started doing this little jiggling motion that sent me up and

up again. The second climax followed the first without time

for me to catch my breath, but when it was over, that was

it. Warmth rippled through me and languor crept along my

limbs. I put my hand over Sams to keep him from moving it.

I didnt know how close he was, but when I opened my

eyes, his were closed. His hands gripped my hips again. His

thrusts got harder. Sweat had broken out along his hairline.I wanted to lick it, and the sudden stab of fresh desire sur-

prised me as much as the intensity of my orgasm had.

Sam, I whispered. I watched his face contort. Sam

And he came. His face twisted and his fingers clutched,

giving me more bruises. He arched and fell back onto thepillow, and let out one last, long and heavy breath.

He opened his eyes a moment later and smiled at me. His

hand came up to twine in my hair. He tugged it, pulling me

close to kiss my mouth tenderly. His pupils were still wide

and dark, with nothing to reflect me.

We disengaged and took care of the things that needed to

be done, but I hadnt yet managed to rouse myself enough to

climb out of bed and go to the bathroom when the distinc-

tive jangle of my phone came from my purse.

Is that Smoke on the Water? Sam lifted his head to

look at me.Yes. I ignored it, too sated to think about getting up for

a phone call, even though I knew I should.

Sams broad and hearty laugh shook the bed, and I looked


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iness lodged in his eyes and his hair all rumpled. Not that

it mattered.

He yawned and of course, unable to help myself, so did I.

He kissed my bare shoulder and rolled onto his back again,hands tucked under the pillow, to stare at the ceiling.

I knew that fortune cookie was right, he said without

looking at me. It said you will meet someone new.

My last fortune cookie told me I was going to find

money, I said. So far, nothing.Sam turned his gaze to me, though his head stayed still.

Youve got time. I dont think theres a statute of limita-

tions on fortunes.

I rolled my eyes. I wish it would hurry up, though. I could

use some money.

Sams expression shifted, subtly, as we stared at eachother. My phone rang again, this time with the less awe-

some ring tone that meant I had a message. I couldnt ig-

nore that, since it was probably from my answering service.

Someone mustve died.

I have to get that, I said without moving.Okay. Sam smiled.

I leaned over to kiss him quickly, on the cheek. I felt his

gaze on me as I gathered my fallen clothes and my purse

and went to the bathroom. I punched in the number of the

answering service as I slipped into my panties and juggled

the phone while I hooked my bra. The garter belt and stock-ings I tucked into my bag, not wanting to bother with them

when I was going home.

I took care of the call and finished dressing, then patted


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a different toothpaste than I did, but this peek into his pri-

vate life seemed intrusive and personal and I stopped look-

ing. I took an extra few minutes to freshen my makeup and

tie back my hair.When I came out of the bathroom, Sam had pulled his box-

ers back on. The remote lay next to him on the bed, but he

hadnt turned on the television. He sat up when I came out.

Hey, he said.

My phone beeped again with another message. Someonehad called while I was on the phone. I pulled it from my purse

but didnt flip it open. Its been great, but I have to go.

He got up, towering over me even after I put on my heels.

Ill walk you to your car.

I shook my head. No. You dont have to. Im fine.

But I really should.I looked up at him. Sam, its okay.

We smiled at each other. He walked me to the door, where

he bent to kiss me far more awkwardly than he had before.

Good night, I said on the other side of the door. Thank

you.He blinked and didnt smile. Yourewelcome?

So cute.

I reached up to pat his cheek. It was great.

Sam blinked again, those dark brows knitting. Okay.

I waved and moved toward the elevator. He closed the

door behind me, and I heard the blare of the television al-most at once.

At my car I remembered to check my voice mail. Sitting

behind the wheel, buckling my belt, I punched in my pass-


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Megan Hart26

Im calling for, umMiss Underfire. We were supposed to

meet tonight?

He sounded uncertain; I felt suddenly sick. Miss Under-

fire was the name I used with the agency, the name I usedto keep everything discreet.

But Im here at the Fishtank, andwellyoure not.

Umcall me back if you want to reschedule.

I listened to a very long pause while I waited for the call

to disconnect, but it didnt.

Anyway, Im sorry, said Jack. Something got messed

up, I guess.

A click, and he was gone, and the pseudofeminine ro-

botic voice-mail message was instructing me how to delete

the message.

I closed my phone and put it carefully into my purse. Igripped the steering wheel tight, with both hands. I waited

to scream, or laugh, or cry, but in the end I only turned the

key in the ignition and drove home.

Id wanted to sleep with a stranger, and thats exactly what

Id done.


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