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After it arrived
    she swal owed half the drink in one gulp.
    He arched a brow, amused. “Thirsty?” he asked, breaking the quiet.
    “It’s a warm day,” she confessed, and fanned her face. As her big, innocent blue
    eyes stared up at him, his heart hammered and he felt like he’d been sucker punched.
    Fuck! What the hel was that al about?
    She held her hand out. “I’m Kaylea.”
    “Brand,” he offered and worked hard to hold onto his anger and summon a
    defence against her charm. Unfortunately, his efforts proved futile.
    Her knee pressed against his and a rush of sexual energy hit him like a wrecking
    bal . As her heat reached out to him, it was al he could do to form a coherent thought.
    With his blood pressure soaring, he leaned into her and felt her warm, strawberry-
    scented breath on his face. “The hotel has a pool, why don’t you take a swim to cool
    off.”
    “Oh, I’m not staying here,” she said quickly, then as if she’d given away too much
    information she began backpedaling. “I just stopped in for a drink.” She got quiet for a
    moment, then something in her expression changed. She aimed a longing glance his
    way. “And, wel …”
    The angelic look on her face brought warmth to his darkest corners and despite
    his efforts, everything inside him turned to mush. He curled his fingers and resisted
    the urge to brush a wayward blond curl from her cheek when she tilted her head
    forward. “And wel , what?” he asked, softening his tone.
    She fiddled with her straw and moistened her bottom lip. Christ almighty, she had
    the nicest mouth. “Wel , to be honest, I saw you at the cafe.”
    “Oh, yeah?” Her honesty was like a shot in the heart. As he studied her, he
    suspected she didn’t have a dishonest bone in her body.
    “And wel , I though you noticed me, too.”
    After a long pause he said, “I noticed you.”
    Seemingly encouraged, her eyes widened, and she leaned forward, affording him
    a view of her cleavage. Her attempt, he supposed, to entice him. He studied her,
    sensing her discomfort with her flirtatious, come-hither actions. When dark lashes
    fluttered over naive eyes, his entire world shifted. He gulped air, suddenly hating
    himself. Hating that for one minute he’d considered marking this sweet innocent girl
    for Hel .
    Fuck…
    As his anger completely dissolved, he drew a long breath to center himself, then
    touched her shoulders to put a stop to her obviously uncomfortable seduction. He
    didn’t want her exposing her body. Not to any man. Especial y not to him. Because he
    wasn’t worthy of her. “Kaylea, don’t.”
    She pul ed back, embarrassed. Her cheeks flushed pink, and her beautiful blue
    eyes widened. “I just thought—”
    Oh, Christ. The mortified look on her face turned him inside out. His gut clenched
    and he fisted his hands. Dammit, he hadn’t meant to hurt her, but it had been a hel of
    a long time since he’d dealt with people, or their emotions.
    “I think I made a mistake.” Kaylea climbed from the chair and bolted to the
    elevator.
    Before she had a chance to round the corner and disappear from his line of sight,
    Brand vaulted out of his chair, chased after her and caught her as she climbed into the
    waiting lift.
    He stepped on with her, reached for her and gathered her hand in his. “Kaylea…”
    She turned toward him as the doors slid shut and the elevator began its descent.
    Glistening blue eyes stared up at him in confusion. “What?”
    “You didn’t make a mistake.” He pitched his voice low and spoke in a soft tone.
    “It’s just that…”
    “Just what?”
    Jesus, what the fuck was he supposed to tel her?
    That he wanted her so badly his insides were shaking, but he couldn’t fuck her
    because it would mark her for Hel and she was too sweet and innocent for a life in
    purgatory. And for some weird, mysterious reason he cared too much about her for
    that to happen. Brand shook his head and pounded the side of his fist on the