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And you could be damn sure you’d be leaving that bed a very satisfied woman.”
    This time it wasn’t her cheeks that experienced the rush of warmth.  This particular surge had gone south.  “Cocky much?” she teased, her words oddly breathy.
    “Just telling it how it is.  But this isn’t about me.  It’s about you settling when it comes to relationships.  You deserve so much more.”
    Trey knew all about her past relationship flops and had clearly kicked into that supportive friend mode.  The kind of mode where they say whatever the down-in-the-dump friend need ed to hear.  Even things like she wouldn’t have to ask twice to get him to take her to bed and make her a happy woman.  He really didn’t mean it.   
    Or did he?
    She immediately pushed that thought away.  Ridiculous as it was.
    “My advice is to dump the dud,” he said, pulling her back into the conversation.  
    She looked over at him with a frown.  “Too late.  He already dumped me.  And if anyone’s got claim to being a dud it’s me.”
    A dark brow lifted and then his gaze moved down between them as they lie there.  “You?”  He snorted.  “Hell, Angel, there’s not a thing wrong with you.”
    “Thanks ,” she told him as his attention shifted back to the ceiling fan above them, even if she knew his words were far from true.  Something was definitely wrong with her.  “You’re so good for me.”  She leaned in to plant an affectionate kiss his cheek, but he turned at that moment to look at her and her lips met his instead.
    What should have been a simple thank you peck on the cheek turned into an unexpected lip lock as Trey’s fingers slid through her long hair, dragging her closer.
    His tongue swept across the seam of her lips, urging them open, she leaned further into the heated kiss with a needy moan.  Their tongues mated in a purely sensual battle, tangling and thrusting until all rational thought fled, the incredibly intense heat of this unexpected moment sweeping her away . 

 
     
     
     
    CHAPTER TWO
     
    “Angel…”
    It was the feel of her name being spoken in a whispered caress against her lips that brought Angie back to reality.  She pushed away with a gasp.
    Trey looked every bit as stunned as she felt.  Eyes wide, he looked as though he’d been wearing an electric dog collar and had just hit the invisible fence head on. 
    She watched the slow bob of his Adam’s apple as he stood looking down at her.  What had just happened?  She fought the urge to press her fingertips to her lips.
    “The dud’s gone by the way,” she blurted out, hoping to distract Trey from what had just happened between them.  Whatever it was.
    He shook his head as if trying to clear it , muttering, “What?”
    “Rick and I broke up.”
    “You did?” he said, his voice huskier than normal. 
    She nodded.
    The corners of his mouth twitched, but he managed to hold back his smile, despite his obvious delight at her announcement. 
    “Go ahead and say it.”
    “What?” he said, sitting up.
    “ The old ‘I told you so’,” she said, sitting up and sliding from the bed.  “Let’s face it,” she began as she crossed to the window, hoping the light breeze coming in through the screen would help to cool the heated flush that had spread through her body.  “You did try and warn me.”
    Trey hadn’t liked Rick from the first time she’d introduced them.  Come to think of it, he ’d never liked any of her boyfriends.  Classic case of Overprotective Brother Syndrome. 
    Trey moved toward the door, resettling his suit jacket over his shoulder as he went.
    “Where are you going?”
    He turned back to her with a grin.  “Rick-the Dick is out of the picture.  This calls for a celebration.  I’m going to my apartment to grab us a bottle of wine.”
    “Since when does breaking up with someone call for a celebration?” she asked, not feeling anywhere near as heartsick as she had earlier over the failure of her