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the three women sittingthere had gotten an earful. One of the women’s jaw was dropped open in shock. Another was fanning herself with the menu as if the room had suddenly become overheated, and the third was gulping down the contents from her wineglass as if it were destined to be her last drink.
    Netherland frowned. Ashton Sinclair’s foolishness had gone on long enough, and it was time she told him so. And what she had to say would best be said in private.
    She returned her attention to him and said as calmly as she could, “May I speak with you privately?”
    He nodded smoothly as he stood. “Sure. Just lead the way.”
    Netherland’s first inclination was to take Ashton into her office but then she immediately dished the idea. There was no need to have her customers speculate as to what they would be doing behind those closed doors. So instead she led him to a section of the bar that was vacant and not quite visible to prying eyes. She took a seat on one of the bar stools and Ashton slid next to her on another.
    “Nothing for me, Kit,” Netherland said to the bartender who walked up to take their order. She gave Ashton a quick look. “What about you? Do you want anything?”
    Ashton’s devastating smile returned. “I told you what I wanted, Netherland.”
    Netherland sighed deeply before returning her gaze to Kit. “There won’t be anything for either of us.”When Kit walked away Netherland turned her attention to Ashton once more. “Ashton,” she began slowly. “You take pleasure in stirring me up, don’t you?”
    He turned up the wattage on his smile even more. “Yeah, but not the way I’d like,” he responded in a husky voice, full of hidden promises.
    Netherland shook her head, wondering what on earth she was going to do with this man. “It’s time we had a long talk to straighten out a few misconceptions, don’t you think?”
    “What sort of misconceptions?”
    “Evidently you think that if you keep showing up here each night, you’ll finally wear down my resistance, and I’ll consent to go out with you. It won’t work.”
    Ashton lifted a brow. “It won’t?”
    “No. So stop wasting your time. Any of the women here would jump at the chance to go out with you.”
    “But not you?”
    “No, not me. I thought I had made myself clear about the reasons I won’t get involved with you. It’s nothing against you personally, but I have this hang-up about military men. I thought I had explained that.”
    He nodded. She had but what she didn’t know was that her hang-up didn’t matter. Their destinies were entwined. He shifted around on the bar stool to face her. “How you feel about us getting involved doesn’t matter anymore,” he said softly.
    Netherland lifted her dark brow in surprise. “It doesn’t?”
    “No. Because it will happen.”
    Netherland’s forehead bunched in a frown. She couldn’t believe anyone could be this stubborn. “No, it won’t happen, Ashton, because I won’t let it.”
    “You won’t be able to stop it, Netherland.”
    Netherland’s stomach made a sudden flutter of dread that she quickly dismissed. Although Ashton was proving to be quite difficult, she didn’t for one minute believe that he would physically harm her in any way. He was a marine colonel, for heaven’s sake! Having been surrounded all of her life by military men, she knew they—and marines in particular—believed in a strict code of honor.
    The silence between them lengthened, and the look in his eyes was remarkably determined. “And why won’t I be able to stop it?” she finally asked him.
    Ashton hesitated for a long moment before answering. “I had a vision.”
    “A vision?” Netherland chuckled, thinking he meant it as a joke. The look on his face indicated he hadn’t. She sobered quickly. After a brief awkward silence she asked, “This vision…was about me?”
    Ashton ran a slow, assessing gaze over her before answering. “Yes.”
    His gaze was like an intimate caress.