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first high school. The early morning practices got her out of the house. She’d been good too. Then her foster father had tried to invite himself into her bed. There’d been no swim team at the second high school. By the time she’d reached the fourth school, Lucy had seen little point in joining anything. Instead, she kept to herself and made sure she got her school work done. If she couldn’t get a scholarship, then she would at least make sure her grades were high enough she would be eligible for loans to pay her way to college. That was one goal she would not give up.
    An hour of swimming, then Lucy vaulted from the pool. She ignored the looks from the men coming out of the locker room and wrapped her towel around her body. She ducked into the Jacuzzi in the women’s locker room and laid her head against the back, letting the bubbles from the jets soothe her tired muscles. She closed her eyes and Brandon’s face came to mind. He was so gorgeous that every time she was around him, she wanted to touch him. Would it be so wrong? Could she just enjoy what they had for this week? This vacation was like a slice out of time. It wasn’t the reality of her life. This was her reward, and wouldn’t Brandon be one more facet?
    By the time he knocked on her door, Lucy had come to a decision. She would grab onto everything she could during this week, including Brandon, but she would do it with her eyes wide open this time. She smoothed her hands over the black silk dress she’d donned and opened the door. Her reward was the widening of his eyes and the smile curving his mouth. He was in a dark dinner suit, once again looking like a powerful businessman rather than an ex-skier on vacation.
    “You look beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you have a coat?”
    “A jacket.”
    He helped her on with the short white wool jacket, then kept a hand at the small of her back while they made their way out to the parking lot. The club was everything he’d promised, tasteful and understated with music that added to the atmosphere without overwhelming it.
    She ate with gusto, even consuming an extra roll. Brandon raised a brow. “Splurging?”
    Lucy laughed. “I’ve decided to get into the spirit of things. It’s my vacation, after all, so I’m going to enjoy it.”
    Brandon reached across the table and captured her free hand. “Does enjoying it include spending more time with me?”
    “I would like that, but I don’t want to hold you back from skiing like you should.”
    His thumb stroked across the back of her hand. “I can ski the expert slopes while you swim or run. I want to spend time with you, Lucy.” God knew, she wanted to spend time with him. Looking into those green-gold eyes of his right now was making her stomach flutter and her breasts tingle. “Why don’t we dance? Then I’ll have an excuse to hold you close.”
    “Yes.” She was definitely onboard with dancing. As they walked toward the polished wood floor, she wondered if it was her imagination or had his hand slipped from the small of her back just a little lower? The music was jazzy but slow, so he turned her into his arms and held her close to the length of his body. His hardness pressed against her hip.
    When she glanced at him, he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “That’s what you do to me. I won’t deny it, but nothing happens unless you say so.”
    Their gazes locked. Lucy laid her head on his shoulder. Was she ready to take the next step? Ready to take him as her lover? She’d told herself she wanted to grab onto everything this vacation had to offer. It seemed Brandon in bed was on the menu.
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    Something was different about her tonight. She had come to some sort of decision during the afternoon, and Brandon hoped her decision included spending time with him. It seemed, as they danced, that it did. He closed his eyes, her body rubbing along him. Any brush of her against him was exquisite torture. He brought her closer, struggling to resist