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champagne. “Probably for the same reason you’re wearing this go-there-come-here dress. I don’t know whether to make a pass at you or recite the Twenty-third Psalm.”
    When she replied, “I’m sure you can figure it out,” he put his glass on the table, stood and extended his hand. “Dance with me. I’ve always loved this song,” he said of Percy Faith’s recording of “Diane.”
    Susan didn’t need to be coaxed, but she had begun to like the man, and she wondered if she would someday regret what she was increasingly certain would happen between them. She wanted it, didn’t she? Hadn’t she planned it meticulously? She considered backing out, but his arm eased around her, strong and masculine, and pulled her to within inches of his body. And they danced. Danced until that song and then another one ended. Danced as if they had always danced. She didn’t know when she rested her head on his shoulder and his other arm went around her, snug and comfortable as if it had a right to her body.
    â€œDo you realize what’s happening here?” he asked after a while. She did, but she didn’t answer. “Did that champagne go to your head?” he asked her.
    â€œI’m cold sober,” she told him, in a frank admission that she wanted him.
    â€œSo am I. I don’t want to leave now, but I will if you tell me to go.”
    â€œI want some more champagne.”
    He tipped up her chin and stared into her eyes. “Don’t you realize that I want you?”
    With her gaze on his mouth, she wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and he bent to them. She welcomed him with lips parted, took him in. No longer was it a matter of seducing him and using him for her own gain, to have one completely satisfying sexual experience before undergoing a surgical menopause at the age of thirty-four. No longer was he merely a tool, a means of achieving a coveted goal.
    Tall, handsome, trim, intelligent, educated, wealthy, charismatic and sophisticated, Lucas Hamilton was precisely what a woman wanted in a man. But in that evening, she had discovered strength in him, compassion, and a vulnerability that ignited in her a need to nurture him. Her arms gripped his shoulders, and he tightened his hold on her until her nipples hardened against his chest.
    He stopped the kiss. “Where do you sleep?” She lowered her gaze, lest he see the fear in her eyes. Suppose it didn’t work. But in another ten days, it would be too late.
    â€œDown the hall,” she murmured.
    Minutes later, he stood looking down at her as she lay on her bed clothed only in the burnt-orange bikini panties and bra. “You are one beautiful woman. I wanted you the first time I saw you.” With that, he shed his clothes and was soon holding her tightly in his arms as if he thought she would escape. He surprised her with his sensitivity and gentleness, testing and adoring until she wanted to scream for him to join them. When at last he did, it was a homecoming. She didn’t know whether the storm howled outside, in the bedroom or merely raged within her like nothing she had ever imagined. She hit bottom before he hurled her into the stratosphere and hung there with her until she thought her heart would stop.
    Half an hour later, he raised his head from her breast, stared into her eyes for a second and then kissed her. But it was a kiss meant to soothe rather than to communicate, and she knew it. He separated them, and she turned on her side, away from him, overcome with emotion as tears trickled down her cheeks. She buried her face in the pillow to muffle her sobs, but she couldn’t control the jerking motions of her body. His hands gripped her shoulders.
    â€œMy Lord! Are you crying? Look at me!” His voice carried an urgency and something akin to fear. Or was it concern? “I said look at me, Susan.” She forced herself to open her eyes and tried to