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she were a rodeo queen, feeling
powerful, sexy and beautiful in Micah’s arms. He set her free and helped her to
fly.
    If only the night could last forever and
they didn’t have to return to their real lives in the morning.
    * * * * *
    Rebecca woke in the predawn hours held
tight against the curve of Micah’s body. One heavy arm was slung possessively
over her waist, shackling her. Devastating her emotions. The sheets were
tangled around them and the room reeked of hot and sweaty sex.
    She wanted to stay with him. But she
couldn’t. Rebecca wasn’t stupid. She knew the score. One-night stands did not
turn into relationships. Unconscious loving behaviors displayed while asleep
didn’t equate to true sentiment. He appeared to have laid claim to her, but it
wouldn’t stand up to the light of day.
    The night had been out of character for
her. They were opposites and while opposites attract, they also repel. Micah
was a man of action, the kind of guy who wouldn’t go for long-term
relationships. If he did, he would go for beautiful arm candy, not a socially
inept science nerd.
    She didn’t do casual sex, with this night
being her one exception to the rule. When she picked a man for the long haul,
it would be someone with similar interests. Even though she’d been assertive in
bed, she didn’t have enough confidence in herself as a woman to believe she
could hold the interest of a man like him.
    Quiet as a mouse, she slipped from the bed,
trying not to moan over all the aches and pains in muscles that had never
received such a vigorous workout. He reached out and a pang of regret pierced
her heart. If only they could form a lasting bond from their very brief time
together.
    The realist in Rebecca shook off the
destructive thoughts. Lust and mind-blowing sex did not equate to love.
    She had to fight not to giggle upon
spotting the numerous discarded condom wrappers littering the floor. They’d
made some great memories. Ones she’d cherish and hold close on cold nights.
    Dressing in the rumpled clothes, feeling
sticky and longing for another shower, she brushed a light kiss across his
forehead. Then Rebecca did what had to be done. She walked away, closing the
door on one of the most exciting chapters in her life.

Chapter Three
     
    “Not yet. Wait for it,” Micah instructed.
    Rubbing at his temples, he struggled to
concentrate on his job and clear the erotic images from his mind. Two weeks had
passed since his night in Asheville. Fourteen hellish days of torment. More
than twenty-thousand minutes—not one of them free from thoughts of her. She
filled his mind every moment while awake and invaded his dreams when he managed
to sleep.
    Dr. Rebecca Southerby, the one who’d gotten
away. Not that he was unable to go after her. Finding her had been child’s
play. He knew where she lived, worked and spent her free time. He knew lots of
facts and figures but longed to know her more intimately. Investigating her
background was part of his job since she’d applied for a position at Nanotech
Industries, the company where he worked as head of security. Strong work ethics
had kept him from using what he’d learned to contact her.
    “Hold your positions,” Micah ordered. “He
has to leave the building or the charges won’t stick.”
    “Suspect’s reached the security scanners,”
Simpson stated. The competent security specialist was on the ball, staying
almost a step ahead. “Silence the alarms.”
    During the break in action, Micah’s mind
wandered back to Becca. Intimate details haunted him. Facts impossible to know
without having slept with her. Facts he couldn’t forget once he had. Little
things, like how her hair smelled of warm cinnamon, her skin of sweet honey. Amazing
details such as the musky, slightly spicy flavor of her arousal. The explosive
passion hidden beneath layers of respectability.
    Rebecca had shoved her sexuality so deep he
doubted she’d known it existed before they met. He’d noticed it from