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cupped the nape of my neck and I started sinking—fast. If he asked me to strip naked right there in the living room, George’s presence in the other room wouldn’t have stopped me.
    “I know.” I’d stayed around Battlecry long enough to see if anyone cared I’d left. He’d been the only one who’d bothered to search at all. He even went to the police, who refused to help since I’d been classified a runaway.
    “I always wondered about you. Melody said she talked to you every once in a while, but that was all she would ever tell me.”
    I hated to ruin his illusion, but not all twins formed an unbreakable bond at birth. Speaking of Mel…. “I don’t want to be your substitute Melody.”
    He smiled, lowering his head to lean against mine. “I think maybe she was my substitute you.”
    He moved in closer. The sensation of the kiss shot through me, and I clutched his shirt in my fist. He pressed my hips into the counter. I wanted to know what he thought, wanted to make sure he spoke the truth about my sister, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than his lips caressing mine, the hand at my hip, the racing of my breath as he used the pressure of his own mouth to open mine, the sound of his voice when he moaned. Our bodies mashed together, caused serious and maybe life-threatening palpitations, but the sounds and the touching threw my every other system into utter chaos. My knees weakened, and my stomach fluttered. The kiss went on until I pulled back, out of breath and dizzy. My hands had tangled in his hair, so I slid them down to rest on his chest, in case I wanted to push him away. Yeah, right .
    I pulled a long breath in then ducked my head to hiss it out. “I can’t do a…. I can’t…. We shouldn’t. It’s too….” I had no idea why I tried to deny myself. If he could kiss like that , the possibility of his other skills seemed limitless. Yanking the emergency brakes made no sense.
    “Lyric.” His hands covered mine where they lay against his heart. “Do your thing. Get inside my brain. This has nothing to do with anyone but you and me.”
    Oh, who was I kidding? I was about six seconds past caring whether or not half of the free world traipsed into the bedroom with us, assuming we made it that far. He’d stirred the long-forgotten pot of needs. Besides, it had been eons since anyone but George got lucky in my apartment, and that trend had to stop. I gazed into his eyes, brushing away any left-over doubts.
    “So, you wanna bunk in my room tonight? It isn’t as nice as the Strip hotels, and there’s no room service, but I’ll make you coffee in the morning before I go to work.”
    He raised his eyebrows. “No room service?”
    “No, and there probably isn’t much hot water, either. George has an addiction to hour-long showers, but I make good coffee.”
    “I don’t drink coffee.”
    I shook my head. “Then I guess there is probably nothing in it for you.” I swallowed hard. “Should I call you a cab?”
    “I could learn to like coffee.”
    Electricity zinged between us as his lips crushed against mine. Every fantasy I’d ever had about Jace Laugherty came true, and I lost all sense of reason in a rush of sensation. His hand skimmed up my side at the same time his kiss devoured my thoughts.
    I broke away to lead him to my bedroom. When we stepped inside, I wheeled to face him and shoved his jacket to the floor. He pressed a quick kiss against my lips and lifted me from my feet, carried me backward to the bed. Gently, he lowered me to the mattress, leaned over for another kiss, and then pulled away to slide his hand down my calf to my less-than-sensible shoe. Sliding the stiletto off, he tossed it over his shoulder then repeated the move with its mate. He pulled me to my feet. I stood a good eight inches shorter than he did. “Those are some pretty hot shoes.”
    “Yet, you threw them to the side without any regard for their stylishness.”
    “Your shoes aren’t my first