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there made her want to run like hell. It was the look Kyran had been giving her since the day they’d met freshmen year of college. The same look he’d given her the night she’d told him that she was engaged. The same look he’d given her the day he’d had to be the one to stand by her side as her best man. The same look he’d given her the night she’d found herself sobbing on his doorstep in the middle of the pouring rain because her husband had finally told her that he wouldn’t leave his mistress alone on Valentine’s Day for another year.
    It was simple, undiluted, unconditional love, and damned if she didn’t want to bolt from the room right then. Run from him the same way she’d done four years ago today, when that look had made her stupid; had made her forget how much love could hurt, how much damage it could do to a heart, to a soul.
    “When are you gonna stop making me chase you?” Kyran asked softly.
    Her eyes watched the movement of his lips closely, stared at the strong line of his jaw, his beard, his nose, his sharp cheekbones, and finally his thickly lashed brown eyes. God, those brown eyes had been making her melt from the first moment they looked at her. Kyran didn’t just see her. He saw through her, and that scared the shit out her. Her best friend wasn’t supposed to make her feel this way. It wasn’t right. He was the one man besides her daddy that she trusted, and she couldn’t ruin that with...with...with whatever it was that he wanted from her.
    “As long as I can run, you’re gonna be chasing me,” Ryssa finally answered.
    One side of his mouth kicked up in a sad smile. “I’m not Malcolm, Rys. I was here long before he ever came into the picture, and I was there when he stepped out of it. You can’t keep waiting for the other shoe to drop with me.”
    Ryssa jerked away from him; his words as well as his touch caused things to roil in her that she didn’t want to explore any more than necessary. “I know who you are.”
    One blond brow rose. “Do you?”
    Her chin chucked up a little higher. “Yes, I do. Fifteen years and counting, I’ve known you. I know the way you think, the way you operate.”
    This time his eyes sparkled, his smile mischievous. “Do you now? Tell me.” Kyran stepped closer, backed her into the door. She was guessing that was exactly what he wanted, because he chuckled a bit and locked it. “What am I thinking right now, Maryssa?” His tone was low, mocking.
    From the way he pressed his much larger frame into hers and she could feel something the length and width of a cucumber pressing between the apex of her thighs, she could take a good guess. The problem was she couldn’t take her mind there. She wouldn’t take her mind there. So she lied.
    “I have not the slightest clue.”
              When his mouth curved into a grin that made her feel like one of the three pigs facing the big bad wolf, she knew that was the wrong answer.
     
     
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    Kyran’s dick jumped against his leg at her answer. It wasn’t what she said but the way she said it. Her normally husky voice had dropped even lower, caressing his balls like she’d cupped them herself. He was so hard it hurt to breathe, but that was nothing new when it came to being around Maryssa. Fifteen years of friendship. Fifteen long years of imagining what her skin tasted like; of watching the gentle sway of her hips underneath those short tight skirts she wore; of smelling the sweet, subtle scent of Japanese cherry blossoms; of going to bed at night wondering what she was wearing beneath her own sheets.
    See, Kyran knew everything there was to know about Ryssa. He knew her likes, her dislikes, what her favorite things were, what made her laugh and even what made her cry, but there were things he didn’t know too. Like, was she a screamer or did she moan? Would her nails rake any place they could reach or did she fist the sheets? Did she have one long orgasm or come in jags? Did she