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just that. A fantasy.
    He relaxed his shoulders as she cupped his balls. God, it had been a while. Not too long, as he’d made sure to make up for all the years his hand and an image of Alana naked had been his only company in bed. But long enough that her touch scorched straight through to the base of his spine.
    Alana’s touch. That was the part he couldn’t stop thinking about. And that was what kept him from walking away.
    Fate had brought him here tonight and she’d been waiting. Maybe not for him, but just the same. He wouldn’t waste the opportunity he’d been given.
    He’d come a long way in the eight years since high school. People changed, but that didn’t mean the qualities he’d once loved in her didn’t still exist. For all he knew, the sweet, soft Alana was buried deep and needed encouragement to come out and play.
    Only one way to find out.
    “No problems here,” he said quietly.
    “Didn’t think so. Especially since I’d like to take these in my mouth, slide them right over my tongue. Bet they’re soft and pink, just like your cheeks.” She released him and teasingly toyed with his zipper. “Ever been with a girl like me?” He had a feeling she was referring to her heritage, which he remembered was part Cherokee along with about ten other nationalities, but he answered another question entirely. “No. But I’ve always wanted to.”
    “You just want to see if my nipples are the color of milk or dark chocolate.”
    His lips quirked. How would she respond if he said he already knew? “Actually, I—”
    “Fuck! Cops are coming!”
    That was the last distinct phrase he heard before pandemonium broke loose.
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    Alana gusted out a sigh and pushed down her skirt. Figures. Here she had a chance for some action but nope. Why should she expect the end of this night to be any better than the beginning?
    While people ran around like screaming maniacs, she called Kelly. Still no answer.
    Maybe Kelly was finally letting loose. For all she knew her friend had could’ve had six orgasms by now, while she hadn’t even had six drinks.
    “Uh, Mac,” her new acquaintance whispered against her temple. Or at least it seemed like a whisper in comparison to everyone else’s shouting and the sound of pounding feet. “Shouldn’t we be going?”
    “In a minute.”
    She’d been through one of these raids before. The cops never got here that fast. The patrons weren’t who the police wanted anyway. They just wanted to shut the place down for a while, maybe nab a couple of the proprietors in the process. They didn’t pick up the customers unless they caught them mid- fuck.
    “Alana, come on. Seriously. Whoever you’re calling can wait.” She planted her feet when he foolishly attempted to lay hands on her person. Sex was one thing. But to drag her off as if he were a caveman and she some simpering female? No sir.
    “My friend may still be here somewhere. She’s my first priority, not you.” He didn’t glower at her. That she would’ve expected. Instead he flashed a full- on, devastating grin.
    “Not the tune you were singing a couple minutes ago.” She fought the urge to smile back.
    “Take off, okay? Don’t want you to get in trouble on my account. I gotta see if I can find Kelly.”
    “Kelly Crossman? Not her too.” His grin faded. “She must be here thanks to you. She’d never go for a place like this.”
    “Whoa. You’re sounding mighty self- righteous for someone with a glow- in- the- dark condom in his pocket.”
    “Why haven’t you asked who I am?”
    Because I know.
    She cleared her throat. She didn’t know, not really. He wasn’t Nicky. No way. He’d carried books of poetry in his back pocket, for cripes’ sake. This guy just smiled like him. And somehow, he knew how to defuse her anger, just as Nicky had.
    One of the many reasons he’d scared her so fucking much.
    “I have to look for Kelly,” she said, pushing past him and shoving her way through