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“I can stick with one woman for six months.” His eyes drifted to her breasts. “If she’s good enough in bed to hold my interest.”
He was deliberately baiting her, but his words stung just enough so her sarcastic comeback didn’t sound sarcastic at all. “Then obviously we have a problem.”
He frowned. “Hey, I’m the only one who gets to put you down. It takes all the fun out of our relationship if you do it to yourself.”
She hated having him witness even a moment of self-doubt. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
He looked annoyed. “I can’t believe you let that jerk-off do such a number on you. It’s his problem. Not yours.”
“I know that.”
“I don’t think you do. Your marriage fell apart because of his character, not yours. Guys like Lance will always gravitate toward the woman they think is the strongest, and the Loser decided that was Jade.”
Georgie’s control snapped. “Of course it was Jade! She does everything! She’s beautiful, she’s a great actress, and when it comes to giving back, she walks the walk. Jade is out there saving lives. Thanks to her, little Asian girls are going to school right now instead of being forced to sell their bodies to sexual perverts. She’s probably going to win the Nobel Peace Prize one of these days. And she deserves it. It’s a little hard to compete.”
“I’m sure Lance is starting to figure that out.”
All the emotions she tried so hard to control boiled to the surface. “I care about people, too!”
He blinked. “Okay.”
“I do care! I know there’s suffering in the world. I know, and I’m going to do something about it.” She told herself to shut up, but the words kept tumbling out. “I’m going to Haiti. As soon as I can arrange it. I’m getting medical supplies, and I’m taking them to Haiti.”
He cocked his head. There was a long pause. When he finally spoke, he displayed an unusual degree of gentleness. “Don’t you think that’s a little…cold? Using a country’s misery for a press op?”
She buried her face in her hands. He was right, and she hated herself. “Oh, God, I’m horrible.”
He turned her by the shoulders and drew her to his chest. “I finally get married, and I pick the biggest nutcase in L.A.”
She was mortified, and she didn’t trust his sympathy. “You’ve always had lousy taste in women.”
“And a one-track mind.” He tipped up her chin with his finger. “As sympathetic as I am toward that embarrassing nervous breakdown you just had, let’s return to more pressing matters.”
“Let’s not.”
“As long as you’re wearing my fake diamond, I promise there’ll be no cheating.”
“Your promises are worthless. The minute the challenge is gone, you’ll be on the prowl, and we both know it.”
“Wrong. Come on, Georgie. Put out.”
“I need a little more time to adjust to the idea of being a slut.”
“Let me speed things along.” He crushed his mouth to hers.
This kiss was real, with no photographers watching or directors ready to call “cut.” She began to pull away only to realize she didn’t feel the need. This was Bram. She understood exactly how duplicitous he was, exactly how little his kisses meant, and that kept her expectations comfortably low.
He slid his tongue into her mouth in a sensuous exploration. He’d turned into a great kisser, and she’d missed this intimacy more than she wanted to admit. She slipped her arms around his shoulders. He tasted of dark nights and treacherous winds. Of youthful betrayal and heartless abandonment. But because she knew him so well, because she was beginning to trust herself, she wasn’t in any emotional peril. Bram wanted to use her. Fine. She’d use him, too. Just for a moment. Just for the lifetime of one kiss.
He splayed a hand across the small of her back, bringing their hips together. He was hard, and she was going to say no, and possessing that power freed her to indulge. His hand curled over her hip. If only the man who smelled so good, and felt so good, and kissed so well weren’t Bram Shepard.
Night and the dim light from her bedroom turned his eyes from lavender to jet. “I want you so damned much,” he said.
A dark, erotic thrill swept through her punctuated by a flash of blue-white light.
Bram’s head shot up. “Fuck!”
It took a moment for her brain to function. By the time she processed the fact that the sudden light had come from a strobe, he’d already sprung into action. He swung his legs over the balcony railing and dropped to the roof of the veranda below. She gasped and leaned over the rail. “Stop! What do you think you’re doing?”
