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A laugh slipped out of her throat before she could stop herself "A real-life Michelangelo’s David? Wow You are so full of yourself, I don’t even knohat to do with that"

"You could do hs quivered Just a little Oh, for Pete’s sake She needed to get away froht now, she needed to avoid temptation She’d left San Francisco to think about her relationship with Bryce, not juuy who had nify that with an answer," she said, taking a step toward the lawn "I’ed "Suit yourself"

She was halfway across the grass when he called, "Annabelle!"

Reluctantly, she turned "Yeah?"

"If you change your mind, I’m in 2B" His handso, she kept walking, not allowing herself to breathe until she was inside the building Her breath came out in a shaky puff Jeez, why did he have to be so damn attractive? If she were here under different circumstances, then maybe…uy But her heart still belonged to Bryce Kind of God, she wasn’t the least bit sure how she felt about Bryce They’d been in a serious relationship since she was eighteen years old, living together when she turned twenty, officially engaged when she enty-three And yet he’d broken things off, as if their entire relationship didn’tto hi voice reht, time off was how he’d phrased it Well, she hadn’t wanted tione and h, she went back to Christina’s apart her day All she’d wanted to do was lounge around in the pool, and now she was back in the apartht her attention before she could head into the bedroo annoying sounds that inforured it was her parents, as usual, but when she glanced at the caller ID, she noticed the call had come from Melinda, one of the assistants at the event co her towel on the back of one of the tall stools by the counter and picking up the phone She hoped there wasn’t soency at work Her boss had assured her she wouldn’t be missed, since October was a slow month for thee to come on When it did, her entire body turned to ice

"Hey, Annabelle," came Melinda’s somewhat hesitant voice "I know you’re on vacation, and I hate to bother you, especially with so you’d pick up, I hate to mention this in a voicemail, but…um, did you and Bryce break up? I only ask because I saw hiht at the Sheppard event and he was, um, with someone They looked pretty close, too I wasn’t sure if you knew about it and I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, you know, but I just thought you should know Anyway…uh, I’ll see you when you get back"

Click

"To delete this e," a mechanical voice chirped, "press one To save, press two To--"

Annabelle hit the end button, then stared down at the phone for several longin the back of her throat in a thick, bitter lu other people? What the hell? They were engaged to beyet, but he’d proposed, and their respective parents were already planning the da down the fury coating her throat, Annabelle drew in a deep cal her muscles to relax She couldn’t believe it Obviously he’d been dead serious when he said he wanted to see other people He was already gallivanting all over San Francisco, getting close to sohtclub event her cohting off the advances of a ridiculously cute and appealing guy, out of respect for Bryce

Well, screw hi, he deserved a healthy dose of payback

Dropping the cell phone back on the counter, Annabelle straightened her shoulders and headed back to the front door She didn’t bother getting her towel Instead, she walked out the door wearing her teeny-weeny bikini, her bare feet slapping against the tiled floor out in the hall She hurried down the stairs and when she reached the second floor, she glanced up and down the hall until she saw it 2B She made a beeline for the apart her breathing and collecting soe

She could totally do this In fact, she wanted to do it She wanted it very, very badly

Lifting her hand in determination, she knocked on the door

Chapter Three

Ryan was not at all surprised to find Annabelle standing on his doorstep If anything, he ondering what took her so long He had enough experience omen to knohen someone was into him, and no matter how many times Annabelle tried to brush him off, he had no doubt that she wanted to ju to let her off the hook so easily

"Finished playing hard to get?" he asked pleasantly