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shot through her, and she felt wide awake.
     
    “Who are you?” she called, her voice shaking.
     
    The man with a head full of rich, black hair laughed. “Sweetie, it hasn't been that long, has it? It's Renn. Can I come in?”
     
    Renn. The name took a moment to sink in. It hadn't been Ross at all.
     
    Pam's cheeks flamed with heat.
     
    “I don't know. I was already asleep. It was a long week, so not tonight.”
     
    He still doesn't know I'm not the right Pam. What am I doing? Why don't I just tell him?
     
    He cocked his head, and moonlight hit his dark, blue eyes. “Okay. Maybe another time? Nice place you have here. I wanted to drive by before, but I stopped myself.”
     
    She swallowed over a lump in her throat, admiring his stubbled jawline. “Yeah, thanks. Write me a letter. I'll come to your house if you invite me again. I promise.” Pam leaned against the door, dizziness and a twinge of mad desire coming over her.
     
    I'm insane. Totally insane.
     
    He smiled. “I'll do that, and I'll expect you to come this time. Pammy, I really am sorry I couldn't make things work with you the first time around. I mean to make up for it now.” Renn touched fingers to his lips and pressed his hand to the door.
     
    Pam closed her eyes as he turned and walked down the drive. Heat coursed through her, and desire made her lean against the door for a moment to catch her breath.
     
    What have I done? I can't turn back now.
     
     
     
                                                                                        * * * *
     
    The letter came four days later.
     
    Dear Pam,
     
                  It was so good to talk with you the other day. Your voice—I've missed it so much. It was a little different than I remember—throatier, even sexier than it used to be. But then, it always was attractive. So, let's say this coming Friday at eight. Let's do dessert. I'll take care of the whipped cream.
     
                                                                                                                    ~Renn
     
     
     
    Pam groaned. “I have to go through with it. He came to see me, and I can't lie like that... not again.” The thought of the man who'd stood outside her door slew her.
     
    She tried to put him out of her mind for the rest of the week.
     
    The night of her date, she chose a red cocktail dress and matching sexy heels. Her underthings were black and lacy, complete with garters and hose.

 
    She stumbled after she slid the heels on and took a step.
     
    “This is hopeless.”
     
    Fluffems narrowed his eyes at her.
     
    Pam practiced her walk for a few more minutes, until she could glide across the room without tripping over her own feet. Satisfied, she spent time making up her face—bright, red lipstick and a classic look.
     
    “Might as well go out with a bang,” she murmured. “Though I don't look half-bad.”
     
    Before she could talk herself out of it, Pam left the house, fully charged cell phone in her bag and money in case she needed it.
     
    The phone rang as she got into the car, tripping into the front seat.
     
    “What?” she barked at Janey.
     
    “Just wishing you luck with getting whatever it is you really want.”
     
    Pam started the car. “What I really want? Happiness, I guess.”
     
    “Happiness is a sexy man with all the right moves.” Janey laughed.
     
    “Yeah, I think so after all the not-so-hot guys I've been with over the years, and this guy, well, he's definitely something different.” She bit her lip, glancing down the street as she pulled out of the driveway.
     
    “Good. Then go get 'im, girl.”
     
    “I plan to.” She pressed the gas harder, squaring her shoulders.
     
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