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asked, nothing around her
making sense.
    John stood up straight and pulled his coat
check ticket from his pocket. “Spend the next few days with Dylan
or alone with your own thoughts—I don’t care which. But deal with
the past and decide what you want for your future.”
    Holly blinked. “Can someone please tell me
when I lost control of my life?”
    “Oh, about the time this guy took off for
Hollywood.” John reached out and squeezed her hand tight. “I care
about you, and I want what makes you happy. But I want to be happy
too, so let’s both agree to use these few days wisely, okay?”
    She had thought she would walk in here
tonight, take one look at John, who was ready to give her a future,
take one look at Dylan, who’d caused her nothing but pain, and be
ready to ride off into the sunset with John. Well, her thinking had
been naive in the extreme, because Dylan wreaked a kind of havoc on
her body and soul that she couldn’t explain or understand. He
promised nothing, and yet she couldn’t give herself completely to
any other man.
    She had to take this time with him now.
Knowing John had understood that even before she had, she nodded.
“Okay.”
    To her shock, John turned and shook Dylan’s
hand, then kissed Holly on the cheek, not on the lips. Not, she
noticed, like a man staking his claim or giving her something to
remember him by as she weighed her options. But, then, she and John
had always been about companionship and caring, not all-consuming
love and desire. Wasn’t that what made him the perfect choice for
her future?
    Dylan’s return was temporary, and he
certainly wasn’t offering forever. They barely knew each other
anymore. Yet she felt like she still did know him. So even if the
likelihood was that he’d leave for L.A. and her heart would be
broken once more, she needed closure. Once again something John had
understood before she had.
    “Well, well, that certainly was
interesting.” Dylan watched John’s retreating back. “I had no idea
you two were involved.”
    His voice brought Holly back to the present.
To the man who’d caused more upheaval in her life than anyone she’d
ever known. “How would you know anything about me? It’s not like
you kept in touch over the past decade.”
    “True.” He inclined his head. “And I’m sorry
for that. I’m sorry for a lot of things we’ve yet to hash out. But
I’m back now and plan to make up for lost time.” His eyes glittered
with determined fire.
    The same fire she’d bet kept him stoked and
primed as he’d quickly climbed through the ranks in Hollywood.
Holly shivered. “What makes you think I want the same thing?”
    He shook his head and let out a low, chiding
sound, but his lips were turned upward in a grin. “Don’t make me
kiss you senseless in front of this crowd just to prove a point.”
He leaned in closer, his roughened cheek against hers, making her
skin tingle. “Because when I kiss you again, and you can be sure I
will, we’re going to be alone, where I can take my time and go oh
so slow and deep.” His husky voice rumbled over the last two
words.
    Her breath caught in her throat, and her own
vivid imagination took over. She envisioned his lips covering hers,
his tongue thrusting inside her open mouth while his body made love
to hers just as he’d described.
    A low moan escaped her throat, but thank
goodness the music was loud and their audience, though rapt,
couldn’t possibly capture the subtle undercurrents running between
them.
    “Don’t you have a beautiful girlfriend
waiting for you in LA.?” she asked, wondering why he was bothering
with seductive come-ons with
her
.
    “Nope.” His serious blue-eyed gaze met
hers.
    “The papers said—”
    “The first thing you’re going to need to
learn is that you should never ever believe anything you read in
the papers, respectable publication or otherwise. Always confirm
the story with me first, or better yet, trust your gut.”
    “You talk like you’re