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  “Which one?”

  Callie didn’t hesitate. She pointed to the purple unicorn with a hideously bright pink mane.

  None of the prizes was great but she’d seriously chosen the least attractive of the bunch. “You sure you want that one?” Tanner asked as the kid handed it to her.

  “Of course I’m sure.” She hugged it to her chest like it was precious cargo. “Why not this one?”

  “Because it’s a purple unicorn?”

  She stared down at the stuffed animal as if just realizing it was purple. “When we were in school, I’d come play my entire allowance away trying to win her.” She paused and stroked the neon, eye-blinding pink mane. “I never did.”

  Tanner had seen her throw. He wasn’t surprised. He kept that to himself, as he was in enough hot water. “Should’ve gotten one of the football players who paid you to do their homework down here to win it for you,” he said.

  “I wasn’t like you,” she said, talking into the unicorn’s plastic eyes. “I wasn’t popular. I didn’t have a lot of friends that I could’ve asked to do this.” She paused and then grimaced. “Okay, I had no friends that could have done this…” She trailed off, looking as though she wished she hadn’t said that.

  But he’d already flashed on the image of the shy girl who’d paid a buck to send him a Valentine all those years ago.

  And then he thought about her getting left at the altar. And every wedding she planned probably took another piece out of her, and she didn’t even realize it. “Callie,” he said softly.

  She lifted her head to meet his gaze, her own carefully shuttered. He knew she’d learned how to do that the hard way, and a surge of emotion nearly choked him.

  “Closing now,” the kid said again, sounding worried that they’d never leave.

  Yeah, they needed to take this shit somewhere private anyway. He took Callie’s hand and led her out of the arcade and down the dark pier.

  They stood alone there, the surf pounding the shore behind them, hitting up against the wood pylons beneath their feet so that the foundation shuddered with the power of it.

  “I’m still mad at you,” she said quietly, staring out at the water. “But thanks for winning the unicorn for me.” She gave him a side glance. “I owe you.”

  “Do you?”

  “Yes.” She turned to face him and her gaze dropped to his mouth, telling him exactly where her mind was at.

  His was already there.

  She was leaning back against the railing now, beyond which was the dark night and churning waves, matching the storm in her eyes. Reaching out, he took the unicorn from where she had it clutched to her chest.

  “Hey,” she said.

  He set the thing on a bench and turned back to her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, brow furrowed with great suspicion.

  Setting a hand on either side of her so that he was gripping the railing at her hips, he leaned in. “I’m trying to say I’m sorry.”

  She stared up at him for a beat. “Why?”

  “You know why.”

  “You’re referring to when you said I was—and let me quote you here—‘She’s nothing.’ Yes?”

  Holding her gaze, he let her see his regret. “I said ‘She’s a coffee companion. Just that, nothing more.’ And that was true—until the kiss.”

  She looked at him for a long beat. “And the rest?” she finally asked. “The knock-it-off-with-the-Callie-shit thing?”

  “That was me being an idiot and saying the opposite of what I meant when I was backed into a corner.”

  Another long, searching look. “Okay.” She crossed her arms and met his gaze. “Go on with your apology then.”

  “I shouldn’t have said any of it,” he said. “I certainly didn’t mean it. You just…” He shook his head. “Christ, Callie. I feel a little out of my league with you and—” He broke off at her hard laugh. “What?”

  “You feel out of your league with me?”

  He couldn’t tell by her expression if this was a good thing or not. “Yes,” he said, going for broke.

  When she only shook her head and muttered something he couldn’t quite catch, he shoved his fingers in his hair.

  “Frustrated?” she asked mildly.

  “Getting there, yeah. This makes me nuts. You make me nuts, and I don’t even know why.”

  “Oh, don’t worry, I know,” she said, turning away. “It’s because I have that effect on men.”

  Shit. He was truly the world’s biggest fuckup. “Callie, look at me.”

  “No.”

  Too bad. Hands on her hips, he turned her to face him. “I meant that you drive me nuts in the very best way.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “There’s a best way for that?”

  “Apparently. And you’re it.” Sliding his hands up her arms, he cupped her face, needing to make sure she heard what he was going to say. “I’m sorry I hurt you. It’s important to me that you know that. Hurting you is the very last thing I would ever want to do.”

  She looked at him for a long beat—she didn’t have much choice as he was holding her head—but then she slowly shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

  He opened his mouth and she made a sound of complete and utter annoyance, like he was driving her nuts as well, which was something to think about. “Okay, no talking,” he agreed. Finally something he could get on board with.

  “Good,” she said.

  “Good,” he said. Like the dog grateful for the slightest bit of attention, he stilled, not wanting to scare her off.

  She was staring into his eyes and then her fingers were tight in his hair. “Not a single word,” she breathed against his mouth.

  “Not one.”

  She nodded and licked her lips, and then it was game over. Wrapping his hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her to him and covered her mouth with his in what started out as a soft exploration and ended up in two point zero seconds as a hard, demanding kiss that she met with equal fervor.

  Chapter 15

  Tanner heard the sweet sound of Callie’s moan as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back. Music to his ears. They were both breathing raggedly when he pressed his forehead to hers.

  “Not here,” he said.

  “No,” she murmured, and grabbed her unicorn before heading off the pier at warp speed.

  He followed. Not that she looked back at him. He knew that she had no doubt he’d follow her to the moon and back.

  When they hit the street, he took her hand and the lead, pulling her along with him.

  Still no talking.

  Just heat.

  So much heat he could barely think straight.

  “Where?” she gasped half a block later.

  Her apartment was closer but his was more private by far. “My place,” he said.

  “Too far.”

  They practically ran the last block to the warehouse. In the hallway, he waited, half expecting for her to go inside alone. In fact, if she was smart, that’s exactly what she would do.

  And she did slam the door. But she yanked him inside first. She hit the lock and then turned to him.

  “Callie—”

  “Still not talking,” she said, and shoved him up against the door, her sweet, soft, curvy bod pressed up against his. He could feel her breasts, her thighs, and wanted to think he could feel the heat between them. “Callie—”

  “Not one word.”

  Since her mouth was now at his throat, her busy little hands at his shirt working the buttons as fast as she could, he couldn’t have talked if his life depended on it. He huffed out a low laugh and the little minx bit him. “Jesus.”

  “You’re not paying attention,” she said.

  “Trust me, you have one hundred and fifty percent of my attention.”

  Had he ever been so hard? He couldn’t remember. Hell, at the moment he couldn’t remember his own name. Fisting his hands in her hair, he pulled her back to him and