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and the room’s light caught the warm fire in her hair. “Well?”
    He couldn’t help but lean toward her. She took a half step, getting closer, and then her eyes closed as she offered up her mouth.
    Jace’s cock turned to steel at the anticipation of a kiss written all over her face.
    She was more than halfway drunk, he reminded himself.
    Too young for him.
    Too sweet.
    And yet...
    She was too appealing not to touch one more time. He pressed the pad of his thumb to her lips—God, so soft and lush—and whispered in her ear. “Many happy returns.”
    Then he strode away, cursing himself, the constricting denim of his jeans and his suddenly discovered streak of decency.
    Downstairs, the management was trying to make the refugees comfortable in the dining room. Jace opted for his SUV instead, reclining the seat and trying to get comfortable on the stiff leather. By leaving that lovely offer of a night with Birthday Girl on the table, at least his conscience couldn’t nag him, he decided.
    Except that it could, of course.
    There was still the small matter of his daughter to consider. She was mere miles away, at his house situated on the shores of Blue Arrow Lake. Though he hadn’t seen her in a decade, Jace wasn’t as frustrated as he should have been that their meeting was postponed for another day. Truth to tell, he was grateful for the reprieve.
    A lousy night’s sleep seemed a fitting punishment for that.
    At first light, when he smelled coffee emanating from the inn, he climbed from his car. His muscles were stiff and he limped inside, his left foot not long out of its soft cast and not yet completely normal. His head ached, too—though not like it had after the debilitating concussion he’d suffered that had made focusing on paper or screen or even spoken words sometimes impossible—and reminded him he’d downed plenty of beer and whiskey the night before.
    He wondered how Birthday Girl was faring.
    And then he saw her, the back of her anyway, sitting on the same stool she’d occupied yesterday evening. She was dressed in jeans this time, but her auburn hair was unmistakable. Jace paused, uncertain how to proceed. He looked for an open spot at one of the tables in the restaurant, but it wasn’t a big space and some of the patrons were still sleeping, stretched on two chairs.
    The only seat free was the one beside her. Why not take it? He’d done the noble thing, hadn’t he? It would have been much more awkward to wake up on the neighboring pillow, after all.
    As he approached, his gaze caught that of the bartender’s. He signaled the need for java by miming a mug to his mouth and then he slid into the empty place beside Birthday Girl.
    Though she didn’t glance his way, her body stiffened.
    Jace hesitated again, his gaze focused on the gleaming wood grain in front of him. Good manners dictated he should at least look at her, not to mention express a friendly “good morning.” But during the course of the night in the SUV, he’d begun to rethink the hours they’d spent sitting together and the unprecedented appeal she’d had for him.
    It was just some birthday cake and card games, he’d told himself and the moon, its beam shining through the windshield. Too much booze. In the light of day, she probably wouldn’t be as pretty as he’d thought.
    The intense attraction was likely overblown in his mind as well, Jace had decided then. And...
    And for some reason right now he didn’t want confirmation of that.
    Stop being ridiculous. Just get out a greeting and let reality assert itself.
“Good morning,” he finally said, sliding a look at her.
    Her face turned toward him. Icy-blue eyes. A faint flush obscuring the tiny freckles on her nose and edging her fabulous cheekbones with a delicate pink. Her rosy lips pursed. “Really?” she said, her voice frosty.
    Okay.
    Okay, fine.
    The booze, the fire and the cake had not caused him to exaggerate anything. She was just as beautiful as he