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him toss back the rest of the whiskey that he’d switched to when the cards came out.
    “Girlfriend?”
    “No.” He paused, then lifted a brow. “Boyfriend?”
    “If I had one, wouldn’t he be the one spending my birthday with me?”
    Which made Jace think about what he’d been calling her. Birthday Girl. She hadn’t offered up her real name. He hadn’t corrected her when she misheard his as “Jay.”
    This beautiful young woman was really offering up no-strings, one-night-only, stranger sex.
    God knows he didn’t deserve it, but—
    “Okay, then.” Birthday Girl slid off her stool and onto her feet. He was close and turned in her direction, so she landed between his knees, and swayed there a moment. To steady herself, one hand reached out and clutched his thigh.
    Uh-oh. Those martinis were still in her system.
    That thought didn’t stop another piercing zing of heat from rocketing from her hand to his crotch, just a few inches north. And it wasn’t only her touch that got to him. There was that sweet little dress she wore that showed a whole hell of a lot of bare leg in the front, then flowed lower around the back.
    “I’m going,” she said, still looking a bit woozy. “It’s up to you whether you come with me or not.”
    Jace sighed. Of course he was going with her. Whether he crossed the threshold of her room, well, first he had to make sure she got to it safely. He hopped off his own stool, feeling a twinge as his newly healed left ankle found the ground. “I’m right behind you, Birthday Girl,” he said.
    Actually, he took her hand, as well.
    That was weird. He wasn’t a toucher. When he was with a woman he didn’t worry about keeping her close. But this one was tipsy, he reminded himself, and though he’d been raised by a distant and unfeeling man, in this instance he wasn’t going to take after the old bastard.
    Drawing her nearer, Jace could smell the sweet scent of her hair. Now
he
went a bit woozy.
    “It’s this way,” she said, tugging him toward a steep staircase off the foyer. Judging by the architecture, the Deerpoint Inn had to be about a hundred years old. On the way inside earlier that night, he’d glanced at the framed magazine article about the place that hung on the entry wall. The building had started life as a boardinghouse for area loggers. Now they’d converted the original fifteen rooms upstairs to just six, each with its own bath.
    Birthday Girl would have a comfortable night.
    She wobbled on her heels as she mounted the first step, causing him to drop her hand and grasp her hips instead. Birthday Girl would have a comfortable night if she could make it to her door.
    Jace, on the other hand, had a very uncomfortable few minutes as he was forced to watch the bunch of muscles in each fine ass cheek as she continued upward. He breathed easier when they made the narrow hallway. It smelled of old wood and roses.
    With his fingertips hovering a quarter inch off the small of her back, Jace followed her to a door bearing a brass
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. He took the key card from her hand and inserted it in the slot. The mechanism flashed green and he heard a small
snick
. He turned the knob and checked out the environs over her shoulder, the room illuminated by lamps at each end of a long table centered beneath a narrow window. Papered walls, dark wood floor covered with a thick area rug with a floral design. A night-light gave him the glimpse of a tiled bathroom through a half-open interior door.
    Birthday Girl stepped inside.
    Jace realized it was now or never.
    Hell, she was beautiful. Alluring. Tempting.
    But...
    He had a pile of regrets on his plate and using the circumstances—birthday, flames, liquor, lust—to get a quickie shag out of this pretty young thing would be just another black mark on his soul. In the morning, he didn’t want to be something she was sorry for.
    There’d been enough of that in his life. From his father, his ex and, most likely, his daughter.
    Her head tilted,