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chest.
    “ We’re next.” She tugged at his arm, moving along in the cue, and he looked down at their joined hands. She’d nice hands. He looked up her arm. Nice shoulders, too. She bumped into him, laughing in his face. She had a really nice mouth. With a worrying realization, he noticed that he liked to hold her hand, liked to watch her laughing face. The panic in his chest grew stronger.
    “ It’s fun, I promise.” She pushed him into a seat, and then took the one next to him. 
    “ You’re right, the view is amazing,” he managed to say as he caught sight of her legs, just before the ride started.
    He was spun around, slowly at first, then faster and faster, and then he was pulled out over the edge of the tower, defying gravity and spinning around faster still, and there was nothing but a free fall under him. Closing his eyes, he waited for his end to come, but only heard Suzie screaming with delight. After half an eternity, the ride was over.
    “Let’s do it again!”
    “ Over my dead body.” He climbed out of the ride, his legs shaking, and grabbed a handrail behind him. How could she have fun when it scared the living hell out of him? He adjusted his thoughts about Matt’s sister—she was a crazy adrenaline junkie and owned the look, too.
    Her curls were a mess, her skirt seemed to have shrunken, and he imagined the dark triangle between her legs. The blouse did a poor job at hiding her stiff nipples. He got hard by just thinking about her naked. Damn, she looked as if someone had just fucked her—happy and all flushed and glowing.
    “ Did you like it, too?” she asked, raking her hands through her hair, making it messier still.
    He groaned . Her question fitted the images in his head all too well. “I like that I’m still breathing.” The panic in his chest was gone, instead he felt incredibly alive. Even the air tasted sweeter. Nothing like fear to make you realize that you’re still alive.
    “ Just one more time, please?” She jumped up and down, her eyes begging him for another ride.
    Somebody should exhaust her thoroughly so she would stop bouncing. The movement of her breasts under her blouse drove him mad. The wind tugged at her clothes, lifting up her skirt. He caught a glimpse of a pair of black, sheer panties. What had he done to deserve this? With two long steps, he stood in front of her.
    “Stop jumping around, you’re driving me crazy,” he said, wishing he could kiss her.
    “ In a good way?” She took another step toward him.
    He grasped her shoulder, her skin warm under his hands, and she we nt still as he leaned forward. “No, not good.”
    Her leg brushed against his thigh, and her eyes sparkled from the ride, sparkled with something else.
    Damn, what was he doing? “Let’s take the elevator down.” His voice was rough, and he hoped his hard-on would go down, too, when his feet were back on solid ground.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    C hapter Three
     
    The sun had set, and Vegas had switched on every available light bulb in its quest to outshine the sky. There wasn’t a single star to be seen, only a blood-red half moon rising from the east. But the brightest spark was Suzie. Her wide smile was contagious. Brian found himself smiling back; he couldn’t help it. As long as his thoughts stayed away from her without clothes, he was fine. He just had to stay focused and keep his imagination in check. She’d taken his hand again in the elevator on their way down. He wanted to shake her, but he couldn’t do it. Anyway, it was just a friendly gesture. It was all right.
    “ Thanks for the ride,” she said, taking long strides next to him. “It was incredible. I’m a bit hoarse now, though.”
    Her voice was just fine. He would buy any product as long as she read the ad to him with her slightly raspy, breathy voice. He fell into step with her, aware of how easily their strides matched. “While you screamed, my life flashed in front of my eyes.”
    “ Your life?”