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“I—I don’t knohat to say”

“You don’t have to say anything”

“I mean, how many times can one person say thank you?”

He bent his head to hers, brushed the lightest of kisses on her esture; she knew he’d , and it was

What would it be like if he kissed her differently, if he kissed her in a way thatmore?

“Sage? Are you all right?”

“Yes,” she said, a little breathlessly “I’m fine”

“Okay,” he said briskly “Three et me out of your hair”

They cli stairs; she stopped on the fourth-floor landing and pointed at the door ahead of them

“That’s me”

He held out his hand “Your keys” He raised an eyebrow “I’,” he said dryly, “the lock on this door works”

She nodded Gave him her keys Their hands brushed; hers trembled

His eyes narrowed “What is it?”

She shook her head What could she tell hih that door and he left, she’d be alone—and that, des

pite the deal they’d iven that she wouldn’t think about what had happened at the club, she knew the scene would play and replay in her mind