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Off limits. Way off limits.
“What do you want?”
How could he act like nothing was wrong? “That’s the problem,” she admitted. “I have no idea what I want.”
“How about a glass of brandy?”
“I wasn’t talking about the drink.”
“I know, but I thought we should keep the conversation light.”
“Impossible, considering.” She leaned back against the cushions.
“Listen, the way I see it, you’ve got it all, London—”
“Don’t call me that!”
“It’s your name. The one you worked hard to have pinned to you. You’d better get used to it.”
“I know.” She flung herself to her feet and scowled. “But not from you, okay? Just…not from you.”
He paused, poured the drinks, and shook his head.
“It just doesn’t feel right.”
He walked across the salon and stopped so close to her she could feel his heat. Tall. Rugged. Unshaven. His jeans riding low on his hips. Like a damned cowboy.
He handed her a glass and their fingers brushed for a split second, but Adria felt it. That same electricity that seemed to sizzle whenever her skin touched his.
Damning the fates, she sipped, scowled as the liquor hit the back of her throat, then tossed back the whole damned drink. Maybe the alcohol would dull her senses so that when she looked at him she wouldn’t feel this painful agony ripping through her heart, she’d forget the erotic feel of his hands on her, wouldn’t get lost in his gaze.
She held up her glass for a refill and he cocked an interested eyebrow. But his gaze was unreadable. “Getting drunk?”
“Maybe.
“Not a good idea.”
“Definitely not.”
“But you’re not going to reconsider.”
“No.”
“Adria, I don’t think—”
“Don’t lecture me, okay? I don’t need it from you or anyone else.” She marched to the bar and poured herself another stiff shot. Already she felt the mellow warmth of alcohol running through her blood and as she swirled another couple of shots in her glass, she felt bolder. “So what’re you gonna do now, Zach? You know, now that you know I’m your half-sister.”
“Run like hell.”
She laughed, but felt a secret longing, deep and forbidden, begin to uncoil and stretch within her. “You’re still here,” she observed.
“Because I’m not certain that there isn’t a murderer still on the loose.”
/> “I thought you believed your mother is the culprit.”
“I do…but there’s something that doesn’t ring true to all of it.”
“So now you’ re buying her story.”
