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believes it’ll just be a one-time thing. What if I want more than that? What if I want to try a relationship with you again? Only this time, you don’t get to step out of it simply because you’re afraid I’ll cheat on you.”
    I stared at him, dumbfounded. My mouth even gaped. Not only did he stun me into silence with his talk of a relationship—this from Michael Houston?—but he also shocked me by calling me out.
    I’d been perfectly honest with him come week three, when I’d explained I couldn’t continue to sleep with him because I was too fearful of winding up in the same boat as I had with Seth. Walking in on him and another woman would be the death of me, for sure. Knowing that had alarmed me back then—it alarmed me still. It meant, true to his point, he was more to me than just a friend.
    But again, that was dangerous territory to navigate.
    “Look,” I said as I crossed to the wet bar and poured more wine for myself. “I’m not sure what’s gotten into you tonight, but all I want is for you to attend a party with me tomorrow. In Napa. Three o’clock.”
    He crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You realize you’re the one who’s always putting a wedge between us, not the other way around?”
    “What does that have to do with anything? Are you available for the party or not?”
    “Depends. First, answer my question.”
    “Michael.”
    He didn’t let me off the hook. “You claim I’m the one with the fear of commitment. Maybe it’s the other way around. With good cause, I’ll admit,” he was quick to say. “After Seth, and also knowing my track record with women.”
    “Your track record, indeed.” I laughed. “What’s the longest relationship you’ve ever been in?”
    “Nearly three weeks. With you.”
    As I’d suspected. His affairs had a very brief shelf life.
    He continued on. “Ever consider we might still be together if you hadn’t gotten cold feet?”
    “Oh, please. Any day into week three, you would have decided you were bored with me. I did us both a favor. I gave you an out and saved myself from getting dumped. Again.”
    Damn, that hurt.
    I lifted my glass and took a long drink. Tonight was not going the way I’d expected. Somehow, I’d gotten caught in his trap. I still couldn’t figure out why he’d set it. What was he getting at, exactly?
    “You know, Fiona,” he said as he carried his glass across the room and refreshed his beverage. “You’re really good at accepting the chemistry between us when I force it upon you. I mean, that one kiss made me rock-hard, and I’m pretty sure I made you wet.”
    I was taken aback. Not because he was so direct, but because he was so right. About everything.
    He said, “If I’m not constantly riding you about it, you completely deny that we’ve always been attracted to each other. And that I still want you, even after I’ve fucked you.”
    “Mi—”
    “A year later, no less.” This seemed to be a revelation to him because he quickly added, “Don’t you think that means something?”
    “You’ve lost your mind?”
    He smirked at me. It was damn sexy.
    “Is it possible you just haven’t gotten a piece of ass in a while and you’re willing to say anything to get it tonight?” I continued.
    His look this time was not quite so sexy. In fact, it bordered on lethal. “You’ll say anything to jack this up, won’t you?”
    I sighed. He didn’t miss a single trick. “Can we please just focus on why I came over tonight? Are you going with me to Napa or not?”
    “Whose party?”
    Fuck. That question was about to change the course of this conversation. Again, not to my advantage.
    “Please remember I brought over two-hundred dollar Scotch.”
    “Whose party, Fiona?”
    Clearly, I was pissing him off, as babe was no longer part of his vernacular.
    “It’s Lizzie and Seth’s engagement party.” I didn’t bother using my sister’s formal name, as requested by my mother. It’d be one more thing I’d have