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The hand that was holding hers let go. It went to her face and traced the tear down to the corner of
her full, soft mouth. It lingered there, the knuckle of his forefinger moving lazily over the pretty line
of her lips.
She felt on fire. Her legs were like rubber. She could feel her heart beating. She knew he could,
because his eyes suddenly went down to the discreet rounded neckline, and lower, watching the fabric
jump with every beat of her heart, with her strained breathing.
Her whole body felt tight, swollen. She shivered just a little from the intensity of a feeling she d
never experienced before. She swallowed. Her mouth was so dry...
 You d be a pushover, little girl, he whispered in a deep, gentle tone as he looked at her soft
mouth.  It wouldn t even be a challenge.
 I...know, she managed in a broken tone.
His head bent. She felt his breath on her lips. She felt as if she were vibrating from the sensuous
touch of his hand at her waist, pulling her close to the sudden, blunt hardness of his body.
He was burning. Hungry. Aching. On fire to touch her under that soft bodice, to feel her breasts
under his lips. He wanted to push her down on the floor here, right here, and press himself full length
against her and feel her wanting him. Her heartbeat was shaking them both. She was dying for him. He
knew it. He could have her. She wouldn t even try to stop him. He could take her outside, into the
night. He could feed on her soft mouth in the darkness, bend her to his will, back her up against the
wall and...
 Carson!
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 CARSON! THE STRIDENT voice came again.
The second time, Carson heard it. He steeled himself to look away from Carlie s rapt, shocked face
and slowly let her move away from him.
He turned to Lanette. She was glaring at them.
 You promised me the first dance, she accused, pouting.
He managed to look unperturbed.  So I did. If you ll excuse me? he asked Carlie without actually
meeting her eyes.
She nodded.  Of course.
He took Lanette s hand and moved to the other side of the room.
Carlie was almost shaking. She went back to the buffet table mechanically and picked up another
plate.
 Might better calm down a little before you try to eat, Rourke murmured. He took the plate away
from her, just as Carson had, and pulled her onto the dance floor.  Just as well to escape before
complications arise, he added with a chuckle.  You seem to be the subject of some heated
disagreement.
She tossed a covert glance toward the other side of the room where Carson and his date appeared to
be exchanging terse comments.
 I was just trying to get something to eat, she began.
He studied her.  That s a nice young man you came in with. Very polite. Odd, how he s ignoring
you.
She looked up at him.  Private matter, she said.
 Ah. So many things are, yes?
The way he said it amused her. She laughed.
 That s better, he replied, smiling.  You were looking a bit like the hangman s next victim.
She lowered her eyes to his shirt. It had ruffles, and crimson edging. He had a red carnation in the
lapel of the jacket.  You re not quite conventional, she blurted out.
 Never, he agreed.  I like to buck the odds. Our friend over there is Mr. Conservative, he added.
 He doesn t like the assumption of ownership, so you can figure the beautiful companion will be
gone quite soon.
She tried not to look pleased.
He tilted her face up to his and he wasn t smiling.  That being said, let me give you some sound
advice. He s living on heartache and looking for temporary relief. Do you get me?
She bit her lip. She nodded.
 Good. You remember that. I ve seen him walk on hearts wearing hobnailed boots, and he enjoys it.
He s getting even.
 But I haven t done anything to him, she began.
 Wrong assumption. He s paying back someone else. Don t ask, he said.  I m not privy to his past.
But I know the signs.
There was such bitterness in his voice that she just stared at him.
 Long story, he said finally.  And no, I won t share it. You just watch your step. Carson s big
trouble for a little innocent like you.
 I m the only one of my kind, she said a little sadly.  Everybody says I m out of step with the
world.
 Would you enjoy being used like a cocktail napkin and tossed in the bin after? he asked bluntly.
She caught her breath at the imagery.
 I thought not. He drew her back into the dance.  That platinum-armored blond tank he s with
doesn t care what she s asked to do if the price is right, he said with icy disdain.  She s for sale and
she doesn t care who knows it.
 How do you know...?
He looked down at her with weary cynicism.  This isn t my first walk round the park, he replied.
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