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Vogel. A mad genius slash hippie recluse painter specializing in nudes and portraits of unique-looking people. He’s crazy and absolutely amazing and has a big cult following here in the city. Anyway, your style…it kind of reminds me of his.”
    Dare gaped at me. “You know about Rex Vogel?”
    I nodded. “I’m a big fan. Plus, art is kind of the light of my life.” I stopped and looked up at him in surprise. I’d never told that to anyone before. Anyone who would listen, anyway. “Art galleries feel like…home.” A real home.
    “Are you an artist?”
    “I wish. No, I’ve got absolutely no talent, unless the ability to draw really horrible stick figures counts.” I shook my head. “It’s just one of those things…we always want what we can’t have, right?” I shrugged. “Or in this case, what I can’t do .”
    Dare looked down at my face. The one he’d drawn. The one with the real smile. Then he lifted his head and our gazes locked. “Sometimes the one thing we crave most in the world is something we can never have.” The huskiness in his voice made me shiver. Or perhaps it was those damn words.
    We sat in silence, staring into each other’s eyes until our slow, shallow breaths synchronized. Something between us shifted. I wanted so desperately to just reach over and touch him. Find out what that something was.
    So I did.
    Slowly, cautiously, I turned my body so we were facing each other, our knees lightly touching and slipped my hand over his. His jaw tightened at the contact, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he grasped the bottom of my stool with his free hand and yanked me to him so my knees were snugly pressed in between his parted thighs.
    “Reagan…” His fingers slid over my bare shoulders, winding around the back of my neck and threading into my hair.
    Oh, god. His lips were less than an inch away from mine. And he smelled so freaking good. Like leather and whiskey and something familiar that made my heart stir. What the hell was it? My lashes lowered and my eyes drifted to the paint-speckled denim on his thighs. Color . Could people smell like color? Because Dare actually did. The scent of paint and oil and turpentine lingered on his clothes and skin, making me dizzy with want.
    He smelled like my most favorite thing in the entire world. ART.
    I closed my eyes and inhaled him. All of him. Before I had a chance to open them again, I felt his mouth on mine. Hard, rough, wanting. I parted my lips to take him in, but he pulled away.
    “Shit. I can’t do this.” He swiped a hand over his mouth. “And you should probably get back to your guy.” His brow furrowed and he looked like he was about to change his mind, but then he stood up. “Nice meeting you, Reagan.”
    “What about your brother?”
    Dare looked over at the stage where the band was performing. “He’ll be fine.” He tossed a handful of bills on the bar. “That will cover the drink I owe you.”
    And then he disappeared through the side exit.
    I couldn’t have cared less about a drink right now.

five

    “D ARE! Wait!”
    I caught up with him in an alleyway behind the club. He was standing by a brick wall, a dusty, black motorcycle between his legs. His hands froze as he was about to put on his helmet, and his head snapped in my direction.
    “Reagan?” His eyebrows shot up.
    I tried desperately to slow my heart as he stared at me, his lips parted in surprise.
    What the hell was I doing? I had never in my entire life run after a guy. EVER.
    I slowed my steps and walked toward him as coolly as I could.
    Calm. McKinleys were always calm.
    I held out the napkin.
    “Your sketch,” I said. “You forgot your sketch.”
    He looked at his drawing in my hand, then back up at me.
    “Keep it.”
    “I don’t want the drawing, Dare.” My voice had lowered to almost a whisper. “I want you.”
    Ever so slowly, he lowered the helmet so it came to rest between his legs. “I’m not what you’re looking for. I already told