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  He couldn’t allow it to happen again. He couldn’t. but he was terrified the matter had been taken out of his hands. Slowly, he pulled her to her feet. It was driving him crazy, having her so close yet so far. Tired of that distance, he actually reached for the towel around her, with some half-baked idea of yanking it off, tackling her down to the bed and reminding her how good it could be to toss their differences right out the window, if only for a few moments.

  He felt her start to melt against him, and she wasn’t the only one. He was melting, too. He had his fingers curled in the front of her towel between her two lush, warm breasts, when she slowly shook her head. “Ben, we can’t do this.”

  “Speak for yourself.”

  “Okay, fine. I can’t do this.” She took a big step back and he suspected an even bigger mental one. “I have a meeting with Adam in twenty minutes.”

  “Ah.” He nodded. “Right. This wasn’t on your day planner for today. Probably because it’s an unscheduled emotion, right? I know how you hate those.” Feeling nasty, feeling mean, feeling frustrated and hard and horny as hell, Ben stepped back, too. And right out of the room.

  If only he could get her out of his head so easily.

  Dangerously caged, that’s what he felt after a month and a half in South Village. Dangerously caged and brooding, not a good combination.

  He took a good, long hot shower, then grabbed his camera bag and headed to the downstairs bathroom, where he had set up his darkroom. He’d lose himself in developing film.

  But that turned out to be a farce too, because when his pictures came to life on paper, they were of Rachel sitting at her drawing table, looking as hauntingly beautiful as ever.

  And as tortured as he.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  HER NEXT FREE Saturday morning, Melanie drove back to South Village. She told herself she was entitled to two days away, that she wanted to see for herself how Rachel was doing and wanted to hang out with Emily. Girl time, she told herself. She needed family girl time.

  Lies.

  She wanted to see if Garrett glanced at her. It was a matter of pride now, as she hated how much she thought about him. She had no idea why it had been over between them New Year’s Eve before she’d even gotten her panties back on.

  Maybe she just needed sex.

  She needed sex.

  Her sister did not. She never had. In fact, it seemed bitterly unfair that it was possible Rachel, her almost virginal sister, was getting it on with one of the sexiest men alive, while Mel churned and burned.

  Garrett wasn’t out front when she parked. Fine. Good. She didn’t need to see him anyway.

  She let herself in Rachel’s house.

  Given the tense silence she found between Rachel and Ben when she entered the kitchen, she figured they couldn’t have done it yet. Not with her sister acting as tightly self-controlled as ever. God forbid she allow anything as mundane as lust to shatter that control.

  Or had she?

  Melanie took a good hard second look and found herself dumbstruck. Appeared that the reason for the so-thick-she-could-cut-it tension in the room most positively wasn’t temper after all.

  Yes, Rachel had two high spots of color on her cheeks, but she wasn’t meeting anyone’s eye. A sure sign of guilt if anything, and Mel should know. Furthermore, her sister’s blouse wasn’t tucked in, a huge fashion no-no in Rachel’s book—and the bandanna on her head looked slightly askance, revealing short, spiky strands of blond hair going in every direction.

  Hmm.

  Ben himself was no better off. His shirt hung open, though he’d hastily buttoned it when Melanie had entered. His hair had either been attacked by migrating birds or a set of hungry fingers.

  Double hmm. “Don’t tell me you two have forgotten how badly things turned out last time,” she said into the silence.

  Rachel closed her eyes. “Melanie.”

  “Well, they did! You guys were over the moon about each other.” She pointed to Ben. “But when she said go, you did. And you…” She looked at Rachel. “You let him. Hello, people…what does that tell you? That you aren’t meant to be, okay? I mean, why be stupid enough to try again? Especially when you’re only together due to a madman on the loose.”

  A muscle in Ben’s jaw ticked, which was really sexy as hell, damn him. “You told her,” he said to Rachel.

  “I had to.” Using her cane, Rachel headed for the door, nearly plowing over the tall, yummy neighbor standing there looking extremely sorry to be doing so.

  Mel’s heart drummed against her ribs, but she plastered a bored smile on her face. Garrett held out a stack of mail to Rachel. “I’m sorry to intrude,” he said softly.

  “You’re not intruding.” Rachel tossed the mail to the table. “Not at all, but if you’ll excuse me—” Without waiting for an answer, she vanished.

  Ben shot Melanie a long, talk-to-you-about-this-later look that made her feel about five years old, and followed Rachel out.

  Which left Garrett standing there alone—tall, dark, brooding. And yummy. What would he say? They hadn’t spoken much since their hot, animalistic tryst, and never about what had happened between them. But they also hadn’t been alone in all this time.

  They were now. Would he bring it up? Or maybe reach for her with those sensual hands, and—

  “Why did you do that?” he demanded in a harsh whisper. “Bringing up the past, their past, like it’s any of your business?”

  Shocked at his accusatory, furious tone, she laughed, but Garrett didn’t even crack a smile in return so hers slowly faded. “My sister’s past is my business.”

  He pushed away from the doorway and moved across the room with grace and strength unusual in a man so tall. That she knew exactly how graceful and strong he was in minute detail, really burned.

  “Not when you’re being purposely hurtful, it isn’t,” he said.

  “I wasn’t.” She watched him reach into the cupboard for a mug, then pour coffee into it as if he belonged here.

  She knew her sister considered him a good friend, but that she’d never managed that kind of relationship with him bugged the hell out of her. Was she such a bad person? And she resented how at home he was in Rachel’s house, all while acting as if the two of them hadn’t once been naked and wild together. “Not that I should have to explain myself to you,” she added, her words coming to an awkward halt when he handed her the steaming mug of coffee. She stared down at the drink.

  “Don’t you like coffee?”

  They were fighting, she thought, confused, and yet…he’d offered her a drink. Oh, wait. She got it. He wanted her again.

  But nothing in his dark-blue eyes suggested sexual invitation.

  What was wrong with him anyway? Men were always thinking about sex, always planning their next conquest.

  Weren’t they?

  “It’s not poisonous,” he said lightly, while she continued to look suspiciously into the mug.

  “I take sugar and milk.”

  Silently he doctored the mug, then poured himself his own. Black.

  “I care about my sister,” she said a bit too defensively when he just looked at her. “I don’t want to see her hurt again.”

  “If you care about her as you say, then you’d see that she’s glowing, glowing, for the first time in far too long.”

  He let her stew about that while he drank. In his big hands the mug looked so small, so dainty, and she got sidetracked remembering how small and dainty she’d felt in his arms. How warm and safe. Damn him.

  “I think it’s clear she’s glowing because of Ben,” Garrett said. “So excuse me if I’m being too forthright for you, but wanting to destroy that doesn’t seem like a caring, sisterly thing to do.”

  She stared at him. A dentist. A nobody. “Did you just call me a bad sister?”

  Considering, he drank some more coffee. “Do you really care what I think?”

  She didn’t face such blunt honesty often. Her boss was never honest, her co-w