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never paid more for less fabric. It was the shortest skirt and the tightest blouse she’d the nerve to wear, and she enjoyed the glances men cast her as they passed her by.
    Brian, though, wasn ’t looking. He wasn’t even talking to her. How could he not look at her legs in this outfit or stare at her breasts under this blouse? He was so cool she could chop him into ice cubes. Maybe she wasn’t his type. She wanted him, she’d wanted him for ten years, and she would be damned if she couldn’t thaw him.
    “ Brian, have you exhausted your voice by speaking at the convention or is silent brooding your specialty?”
    He tripped over his feet, and then swore under his breath. Great, she got his attention.
    “ Suzie, your brother asked me to keep an eye on you. He said nothing about small talk.”
    She groaned inwardly, getting the vague impression her email backfired in an unexpected way. “Call me Susannah.”
    He gave a noncommittal grunt.
    She could have talked to a wall for all his reaction. And his expression was back to being a silent ice block, but she knew that this wasn’t the real him.
    She ’d seen him on TV, if only a couple of times last year. He’d been full of life, explaining his visions with words and hands. After these rare events, he’d been the stranger in her fantasies going down on her, licking her into oblivion while her vibrator had done the real work. She stopped walking, partly because the thought of him between her legs made her quiver, but mainly because they had reached the Stratosphere Tower.
    “ I want this ride.” She pointed up.
    “ Up there?” He gazed into the sky, exposing his neck.
    She licked her lips and tilted her head. If she leaned forward, she could kiss the hollow of his throat or the pulsing vein on his neck. A small moan escaped her before she could stop it. His green gaze snapped back to her face. He stared at her mouth, his face unreadable, and she thought about how he would be in bed.
    “ I heard it’s the best ride and the best view,” she said, wondering if he preferred to be on top. God, I hope not. I’d like to have him under me. Thinking about having sex with him was better than having sex with other men. She pressed her thighs together and shivered as another sharp jolt of pleasure shot through her body.
    “ Best view?” he asked, mocking her voice. “Yeah, right, and you can enjoy that on your own.”
    “ No way.” The blow she’d aimed against his arm surprised him as well as her. She’d hit too hard. “It’s my birthday, and I want you—“ I want you to touch me. “I want you to come with me.”
    “ No.”
    ” Don’t be a chicken shit.”
    “ Listen Suzie, you—”
    “ No, you listen.” She pushed her finger in his chest, angry that he still called her Suzie and angrier that she couldn’t do with him as she pleased. “Stop talking as if you were my brother. Come on!” She grabbed his hand—and for a second, she feared he would shake her off—but then, reluctantly, he let her drag him after her. Small victories. She smiled as he closed his hand tighter around hers, the feeling as intimate as if he’d kissed her.
     
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    Suzie slipped her hand into his, so warm and sure. Her touch ran up his arm in little vibrations, and he closed his fingers tighter around her hand. He simply didn’t find the strength to stop her as she dragged him inside the tower. She held onto his hand inside the elevator as they sped up, and she didn’t let him go while they waited in the cue on top of the tower. She almost crushed his fingers as if she feared he would bolt. He heard people screaming. The wind whipped in his face, and he knew his life ended here, in Vegas, with Matt’s sister holding his hand.
    “ It’s called Insanity.” Her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
    “ Your second name,” he mumbled, holding onto her hand for dear life, focusing on the feel of her body next to him instead of giving into the panic rising in his