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night stand in a dark corner of a bar.
    Melanie watched his eyes regain focus and was excited to see that she seemed to have had the same effect on him. He seemed surprised, too. A flash of the strobe light crossed his face and she felt a different kind of shock go through her.
    Oh my God, I know him , she thought.
    She hadn’t seen him in years and he probably didn’t know who she was . At least, she sure as hell hoped not. She had still been a kid last time she had seen him.
    She was at a loss for words as they both tried to catch their breaths. Melanie was trying to figure a way to disappear with her dignity still intact. The only problem was, his hand was still laying claim to her thigh.
    “Melanie! There you are. I’ve been looking for you everywhere! What have you been doing?” No matter how many times Trish would disappear with a guy, she always came back to check on Melanie throughout the night.
    Melanie cringed . Why did she have to scream her name where he could hear her? She looked up and saw the recognition in his eyes. His hand jerked away as if he had been stung before stepping back several inches.
    Trish , realizing what was going on, just had to put the cherry on top of the most embarrassing night of her life.
    “Way to go , Mel. He’s hot! Are you going to bring him home with us?” Trish’s eyes were too busy devouring Zane’s biceps to realize her roommate’s embarrassment.
    Melanie blushed . Left with no choice but to brazen out the next few minutes before she could make her escape.
    “Hi , Zane.”

    Chapter 4
     
    Zane walked into his home with thoughts of the night still spinning in his head. What the fuck just happened. What the fuck…?
    He stormed to his expensive new stainless steel refrigerator and grabbed a beer. As he gulped it down, he still couldn’t believe the turn of events. One moment he had been surrounded by two desperate girls vying for his attention while being bored out of his mind, and the next, he’d been pulled away by one of the hottest girls he had ever seen.
    He was used to the typical bimbos trying to be clever and flirtatious at the same time, thinking that they were impressing him because they knew how to carry on a conversation. This girl hadn’t been anything like that—she’d known she wanted him and she had taken him. He started getting hard just thinking about the way she pulled him to her.
    Dammit, he had to keep reminding himself it wasn’t just some girl —it was Melanie Brooks, Nick’s baby sister. Fuck, fuck, fuck. When had she grown up?
    He should have recognized her, but he ’d admittedly had one too many beers and his eyes had been busy checking out a body that would make any man stand up and take notice. He had already started getting hard as they’d walked to the dance floor, and she’d put him over the edge when she had rubbed that sexy body up against him.
    As cliché as it sounded, he did get lost in her green eyes when she spoke to him. Her long legs and full breasts fit him perfectly. He was over six feet tall and often had to reach down to most women, but she was tall, too, with the ideal combination of slenderness and curves.
    He had loved the feel of her silky, long, dark hair tangled in his fingers when they’d kissed. And her lips, oh God, her lips were perfect. No other woman had ever brought out his animal desire as quickly as she had. He was certain she’d felt it as well, remembering the wetness he had found when he had touched her.
    What the hell was she doing going up to strange men in clubs like that? She definitely wasn’t the girl he remembered. She had always been spunky and he remembered her following Nick around in awe and adoration. He recalled she’d said she wanted to become a fighter, too.
    Now that he thought about it, he had seen the leftover marks from a black eye. Damn, she must be training; he didn’t have to wonder how it was going—the black eye said it all. That, and if she was any good, Nick