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apart a pack of condoms. Seated on his bed, naked from the waist down, Reno sat staring up at him, her sweet, amber eyes watering. Was she crying?
    She covered her face with her hands, and moaned the most heartbreaking sound he'd ever heard.
    He tossed the condoms into the drawer, and sat on his heels at her feet. “Baby, what's wrong?” He put his hands on her bare thighs, but she flinched, so he set them beside her on the bed. “What's going on? Talk to me."
    She dragged her hands down her face, and through her fingers cried, “This was a mistake."
    "C'mon, Reno, relax. We'll take it slow.” He was a fucking idiot. He was drunk, as horny as he'd ever been, and he'd turned from seducing her to talking dirty without realizing what he was doing—and who he was doing. His perfect Reno. Shit. He probably scared her half to death. “Baby, we'll just—"
    "We're done!” she shouted, and jumped up so fast, she knocked him back on his ass. She wobbled, her head bobbing like she was going to faint, then she stumbled out of the room.
    He scrambled to his feet and followed her. “Aw, wait, baby—"
    Over her shoulder, she yelled, “Stop calling me ‘baby’ as if you don't remember my name.” She stopped walking and bent over, trying to get her feet into her underwear. Sexy, pink undies that he hadn't had time to appreciate. She looked up at him, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. She sucked in a ragged breath. “As if I'm one of your groupies!"
    "Groupies? What are you talking about? I don't have...” He really screwed up this time. “Reno, you've had some to drink, and it's making you overreact.” He put his hands on her arms. “Let's sit down for a minute and talk—"
    "Don't!” She jerked away from his touch. “Don't tell me I'm overreacting.” She tugged her shorts up, and jammed her feet into her sandals. “I saw your impressive stock of condoms.” Her face twisted into panic, and her voice raised an octave. “Is that enough for the month? Or would that only last you a week?"
    Okay, her tantrum came from seeing the boxes that his drummer stuffed in his drawer as a joke months ago. He grinned, “Yeah, it's not what you think—"
    But his smile seemed to set her off. “Don't patronize me. I know the kind of life you lead. I read the tabloids.” She heaved out a shaky sigh.
    He lost his breath as disappointment made his heart heavy. She read the tabloids? That was what she based her estimate of him on? All these months of talking to her, getting to know her, letting her into his thoughts, and instead of trusting him, she believed a fucking tabloid?
    She stumbled to the door, but the latch wouldn't open.
    He couldn't let her go like this. “Don't leave, Reno. Let's talk.” He gestured to the bedroom. “At least let me explain about the condoms—"
    "Unlock the damn door,” she demanded, her voice cracking as she bravely held herself together. Then her voice softened. “Please?"
    He felt like he'd been gut-punched. He reached around her and unlocked the door, turned the handle, and swung it open for her. “Stay with me."
    She looked at him, confusion showing in her eyes at his quiet plea. “Chase, I...” She turned and ran down the stairs and across the sound stage, then out the door into the rain.
    His chest hurt when he took a full breath, and he stepped back and plopped into his chair. “What the hell?” How did he keep everything else in his life running smooth, but completely fuck up the most important thing? Reno.
    He stuck the cigar in his mouth, picked up his butane lighter, flipped open the cover, and spun the flint. The flame burned hot, and he sat watching it. Reno. Sexy woman. He looked down. Still hard as a rock for her.
    The curly hair hiding her mound came as an incredible surprise. All the women he knew were trimmed up or bare. The lips of her pussy were hot as lava and slick as cream. She'd come so fast, he was startled. Damn amazed. And her taste, goddamn, it was sweet and a