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whatever reason, or told her she’d made a difference in their lives as aspiring writers, she would be both thrilled and embarrassed and unsure how to take the praise gracefully. “It sounds as though you’ll be doing a lot in a short amount of time.”
    “We will, but this is important too. This,” he gestured between them with a wave his hand, “us is very important to me, and after this conversation, it’s all about us until I have to leave.”
    “So…” She was still disappointed that he had to leave, but she was touched all the same. He’d flown across the country to spend one day and night with her. Talk about a fairy tale. “Do we get breakfast first and then have hot monkey sex, or do we just dive right in, forgoing any kind of sustenance, and survive on orgasms?”
    He laughed and it wrapped around her, warm, rich and thick. He was sexy when he didn’t laugh, but everything changed in his face and his eyes transformed when he did. She couldn’t stop staring. This man, this rock star, this friend, wanted her. In the moment, it was real and hitting her square in the chest and right between her legs.
    She’d been thinking about it almost nonstop since she’d thrown the question at him in a rush of false bravado. She knew he’d say yes when she asked him to take her bed. Yet, it was the one thing she hadn’t rehearsed in her head. How she’d react when he agreed. He hadn’t hesitated. He hadn’t balked or thrown up over the idea. No, he’d grinned and leaned over the surface of their small dinner table in the middle of the crowded restaurant and kissed her with a loud, smack.
    He’d seen her shock and said he’d give her a few days to think about it, to ponder what it would be like to finally give in. He’d emailed her with the dates he was available, plans had been made and travel set in motion. There was no backing out.
    He—
    “I think forty-five minutes is enough time for you to get ready and come to my room.”
    “What if they don’t have it ready? I mean, there really is no reason for us to have two rooms anymore if you’re leaving.”
    “I’ll have to come to yours if they don’t have one for me soon, but I’m pretty sure they’ll find something, and while I do agree about the two rooms being redundant given the short time span, I think it’s important that I have a separate room. It’ll force you to come to me and that will be better for you in the end. Puts you in control of the decision. Makes you accountable for your actions.”
    Well, when he put it that way… He was right and all she could bring herself to do was nod. She’d asked for this time with him and he was going to make her honor it and see it through. She was good with that, even if she could only admit it inside her own head.
    Johnny smiled, just a small curl of his lips upward, yet it sent frissons of heat all through her body. If he so much as touched her right then, she was afraid she’d go up in flames.
    “Forty-five minutes, Liz. If I know you, you’ll take that time to talk yourself in and out of this a few more times. I’ll call you when I have the room number.”
    “I’m in three-fifteen.” She offered up the information, knowing there was no going back now. She was here. She’d admitted she wanted him. It was time to shake off the shyness and uncertainty of being with him. It was time to suck it up and get a grip.
    Yeah, right.
    She was far from dead and Johnny coming back into her life after so many years just might turn out to be an incredible wake up call for not only her body, but her heart as well.
    She drained her cup, the now cold, sweet, milky coffee sending shivers through her. When she slid her hand from under his and stood, she was surprised he let her go so easily. She grabbed hold of whatever vestige of courage she could and held on tight. “I’ll be waiting for your call.”

Chapter Two
     
    Johnny couldn’t believe his luck. He had rounded the corner at the top of the second