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She parked beside him and climbed out of her car, brushing her hair away from her face as the wind kicked up. The first few fall leaves scattered across the asphalt, skidding around his feet as he approached. For some reason, she couldn’t stop staring at the sneakers poking out from under his dress pants. Weird and very un-Spencer-like.

Sneakers. Dress pants. The sixteenth of September. A memory tickled the back of her mind and she gasped as she lifted her gaze to his face. His very amused, sexy face. “What are you doing here?”

“Um, you invited me?”

“No, no, that’s not what I mean. It’s September sixteenth. I didn’t realize before. Why aren’t you in Virginia for the opening of the Roanoke store?”

“Took the night off.” He shrugged. “I was there earlier.”

She reached up and held her hand against his forehead. He grinned and she knew he was thinking of the time she’d done that at Kink. “I should call 9-1-1.”

“Save that phone call for after we’re through.”

“This day is huge for you. You’ve been waiting forever for Roanoke to open. But you’re here, with me. Why?”

“You remember how you said you just didn’t feel the same about the store anymore?”

“Yeah.”

“Neither do I. It took me awhile to get where you got in a couple days. I didn’t want to give up. But eventually even an old dog’s gotta find some new tricks.”

Her breath caught. It wasn’t possible. “What are you saying?”

“I’m done, Kelly. All the way done. I stayed for the launch today, went to the fancy party in my sneakers,” he grinned, “and then walked out the door. I called Diana on the way to the airport.”

“But—”

He covered her lips with his finger. “If I promise to explain everything later, will you trust me enough to let me enjoy the rest of my first night unemployed?”

Her mind whirled. Spencer had quit? Just walked away? “I can’t believe this. Any of it. That you’re really here, that you really—”

Love me.

“Believe it.” He leaned down to nibble her ear, licking the spot just behind her lobe she hadn’t realized was such a trigger zone. “I hope you have condoms. Lots of them.”

Right on cue, she shivered. His tongue was like warm silk and she wanted to feel it everywhere. “We don’t need any.”

He edged back and tipped up her chin. His stare was so probing, she jerked a shoulder to divert some of his attention from her face. In a minute she’d be blushing. He always had that effect on her. “You said you didn’t sleep with Diana, that you haven’t been with anyone else.”

“And you believe me.”

“I believe you.”

His smile could’ve rivaled the fireworks display over the bay on the Fourth of July. And it struck her stupid, as usual.

“Since I know you’re dying to know, I haven’t been with anyone either. Though I did go on a date last week and the guy kissed me. Multiple times.”

“Where?”

She laughed. “Nowhere interesting, pervert.”

“You’re saying your mouth isn’t interesting?” Spencer leaned in and outlined her lips with first his fingertip and then, when she was on the verge of a shudder, the tip of his tongue. “I have to disagree.”

He locked his hand around her hip and dragged her closer, cupping her jaw with his free hand. He slanted his mouth over hers, swallowing her stunned moan and sucking her tongue so deep she actually swayed.

It was like a dozen other kisses they’d shared but it wasn’t. Knowing he loved her, admitting she still loved him—even if she hadn’t told him—made everything new and exciting. And yet so unbearably familiar she couldn’t stave off the tears that sprang into her eyes.

This, this, was what kept her up late at night, missing him. Needing him. She’d never found anything approaching passion like this with another man. More, she didn’t want to.

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