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    Quinn chuckled. “Who else could I possibly tie up like this besides you?”


    Julius said, “Even if the possibility existed, I would never allow it. Quinn, any love you want, any binding you crave, muste solely from me. Whatever adventure your heart imagines, I will meet you there<b>, </b>


    As long <b>as </b>she remained delighted with him, as long as her fascination did not fade, he would dly surrender to her every whim.


    Quinn traced the arch of his brow, followed the line to his check, and finally rested her fingertip on his lips. “All right,” she whispered. “Only you.”


    She kissed him, first his mouth, then the sharp angle of his jaw, drifting along the length of his throat and lower while thest of his clothes slipped away.


    Studying his bare body as though it were a sculpture, she murmured, “You are beautiful.”


    “Do you really think so?” he asked.


    “I do,” she answered, warmthcing every word. “Your lines are powerful, perfectly proportioned, utterly striking.”


    “Even with the scars?” he asked.


    The tenderness that shed in her eyes was exactly what he had hoped for. “Even with the scars,” she said.


    He despised himself for wielding those old wounds to stir her pity, for chaining her heart to him with pain and insecurity. Fear whispered that her love might still be shallow, that the first real storm could send her running.


    “Then love me a little more,” Julius breathed. The rough velvet of his voice wrapped around Quinn, drawing her deeper into desire.


    The doorbell yanked Laura out of sleep at dawn, its shrill peal slicing straight through her pounding head.


    <i>For </i><i>heaven’s </i><i>sake</i>, who <i>hammers </i><i>a </i><i>doorbell </i><i>this </i><i>early</i><i>? </i>


    She lurched to her feet, eyelids battling each other like quarrelsome strangers.


    <i>Just </i><i>how </i><i>much </i><i>did </i><i>Han </i><i>and </i><i>I </i>drink <ist </i><i>night</i><i>? </i>


    “At first, only he had been downing the shots while she took the asional sip, yet the rounds multiplied and the night blurred until they were both swaying.


    In the end she somehow managed <i>to </i>shepherd him into a cab and send him home.”


    Laura shuffled to t<b></b>


    he door, flung it open, and demanded; “Yes? What do you want?”


    A familiar, devastatingly handsome face filled her vision, and her fog–soaked mind crashed to a halt.


    <i>Weston</i><i>! </i>


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    <b>Why </b><b>on </b>earth am I <b><i>seeing </i></b>him right <b><i>now</i></b>?


    <i>I </i>must be hallucinating,


    <b>She </b>rubbed her <b>eyes </b>with both hands and, on instinct, mmed the door before the <b>apparition </b>could <b>speak</b>.


    “Who <b>was </b>that?” Han called from somewhere behind her.


    Laura froze, then turned as he ambled toward her, bafflement spreading across her face<b><i>. </i></b>


    <i>Why </i>is <i>Han </i><i>here</i>? <i>I </i><i>left </i>him at his <i>ce </ist <i>night</i>, <i>didn’t </i><i>I</i><i>? </i>


    Han rubbed at the throb in his temples, eyes still fogged with sleep. “Who on earth is hammering <b>at </b>the door?” he mumbled, and before Laura could form an answer the bell shrilled a second time<i>. </i>


    The piercing sound cleared the haze from Laura’s mind. Only then did she realize she was not in her own t at all but in Han’s, and memory flooded back. She wondered that, after hauling the drunk man homest night, had she really copsed and fallen asleep.


    When she still made no move, Han leaned across her, flipped thetch, and pulled the door open.


    On the threshold stood Weston, face stormy. He took in Han’s messy pajamas and Laura’s rumpled blouse, and the anger in his eyes deepened to midnight.


    “It appears I’ve interrupted something intimate,” Weston said, voice sharp enough to cut.


    Laura lurched sideways, nearly cracking her head against the wall.


    “We weren’t doing anything,” Han blurted. “Don’t pin your flights of fancy on me.”


    “Nothing at all?” Weston’s gaze slid to Laura.


    Laura nodded so fast her hair whipped. “Rx. Even if I were fishing for a one–night thrill, your nephew would not be on the menu.”


    <i>I </i><i>am </i><i>not </i><i>ready </i><i>for </i><i>an </i><i>early </i><i>death</i><i>. </i><i>Only </i><i>Quinn </i><i>can </i><i>tame </i><i>Han’s </i><i>temperament</i><i>. </i><i>If </i><i>it </i><i>were </i><i>me</i><i>, </i><i>I’d </i><i>end </i><i>up </i><i>in </i><i>hospital </i><i>every </i><i>other </i><i>day</i>.


    Weston’s expression eased a fraction. He stepped inside and shut the door behind him. “Then why are you here?”


    “Why should I tell you?” Laura shot back.


    “You don’t have to,” Weston replied calm as ever. “I’ll simply tell the police I suspect malicious intent. When theye knocking, remember I warned you.”


    The threat caught in Laura’s throat. She recalled his wless record in court and swallowed her pride. “Han got blind drunkst night, so I dragged him home–and crashed here myself,” she said.


    Both men’s faces changed color at <i>that</i><i>. </i>Weston’s scowl darkened, while Han, halfway through a swig of bottled water, sprayed the contents across the floor.


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    “Slept? In the same bed?” Weston arched a brow. There was only one bedroom in this apartment.


    Laura blinked. She honestly wasn’t sure.


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    She had awakened under covers, assuming she was in her own room and paying <i>no </i>attention to Han. So where did he spent the night?


    Her eyes slid toward Han. Weston’s soon followed. They both demanded an answer.