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fact she was presently being watched.
    A long, slow turn of the stool seat gave her a clear view of the bar and within seconds she
    knew all she needed to know. A second later she was facing him once again.
    “You have friends with you.” She kept her voice low enough that it wouldn’t carry to any
    listening device, unless he was wearing one himself.
    She felt herself paling at the thought and dropped her head to stare at the beer. Where had
    that suspicion come from? How could she look around once and see so much, pinpoint those
    who were there for fun and those she knew were there to watch her?
    When her gaze met his again, she saw a warning in his eyes. A warning that she not see any
    more, or say any more?
    “There’s no one with me,” he finally replied. “But you.”
    Yeah, right, no one was there with him. He was lying to her and they both knew it. But he
    was also warning her. To protect her? What the hell was going on here and what did this man
    want from her?
    “Why am I here?” she asked him. “Are we going to talk or play games all night?”
    “I rather enjoy playing with you.” He grinned then.
    “And I’m getting rather impatient.” She got to her feet. “You want to talk, Mr. Caine, then
    you can come to me.”
    Lilly stood to pull her jacket on, only to have his fingers curl around her wrist to halt her.
    “The same willful Lilly I’ve missed like hell,” he murmured. “Tell me, how does your
    family handle your stubbornness? I’ve heard your mother rarely has the patience for it from
    anyone else.”
    Not anyone else, not from her, Lilly could have informed him. But he didn’t need to know
    that.
    “I’m her daughter.” She arched her brow. “Of course I can get away with more.”
    “Of course you can,” he agreed. “So tell me, Lilly, why did you sneak out of the house
    tonight rather than informing her that you were leaving?”
    “The same reason I’m walking out of here now without answering your question,” she
    retorted blithely. “Need to know.”
    At that, she turned and walked out.
    He was following. She could feel him. Moving close behind her, the arousal that was so
    much a part of him spreading around her. Her thighs were tight, her pussy heated.
    Her pussy.
    She paused at the door, allowing the cold air to wrap around her and possibly cool her
    libido. He chose that moment to move closer, to step up to her until they were touching, the
    hard proof of his erection well defined beneath his leather pants as it pressed against her lower
    back.
    Lilly gripped the door frame and held on tight. She wanted to rub against him, wanted to
    thrust back and feel the heady hunger rising harder and faster between them.
    Right there, surrounded by dozens of bar customers and “friends” or perhaps “nonfriends”
    of Travis Caine’s.
    “Tell me where to meet you,” he demanded. “Just the two of us.”
    “It was supposed to be just the two of us this time,” she whispered breathlessly.
    Taking a deep breath, Lilly stepped to the sidewalk, tried to brush away the need racing
    through her system, and headed for the parking lot. He was still behind her, walking silently,
    but she could feel the warmth of his body still surrounding her.
    Moving to the motorcycle, she threw her leg over the raised seat effortlessly then unlocked
    her helmet, all the while too aware of him standing next to her, as though waiting for
    something, expecting something.
    “What?” She turned to him, frowning, her heart racing.
    His lips quirked. “You remembered the bike after all.”
    Lilly jerked her head down, her gaze focusing on the helmet straps she was playing with.
    She had remembered which storage unit it was parked in, she had remembered where she had
    hidden the keys.
    She knew things that didn’t make sense. Things that had no memories to back them, and
    that terrified her.
    Such as the knowledge that this man could make her burn with hunger.
    He had also taught her how to survive at