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him.
    Still, I countered, that didn’t mean he had to flirt back. And even if he wasn’t flirting back, shouldn’t he at least let the women know he was taken? Why hadn’t he? And why hadn’t he said something to Howard about the seats or about how Howard was flirting with me? Was it just because Howard was his boss or was it something else? He’d said he couldn’t quit thinking about me and that he wanted me. He’d never said that he was looking for a long-term relationship. Was that it? Was I reading too much into his attention?
    “Carrie.”
    His voice made me stop just outside the door to the women’s bathroom. I didn’t turn, though. I still wasn’t sure if I was hurt, pissed, or indifferent, though I was leaning towards the second one.
    “I’m sorry.” The words were soft, contrite.
    I turned. He was standing just a foot away, near enough that I could’ve reached out and touched him.
    “I shouldn’t have let Howard separate us,” he said. “He can be... difficult to deal with at times, but I shouldn’t have let that stop me. I should have insisted on sitting next to you.”
    I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I told myself that no matter what, I wouldn’t turn into one of those angsty heroines who whine and cry. Those women always pissed me off. Grow a backbone already. Your man acts like an ass? Kick him to the curb and get on with your life.
    He reached out and took my hands in his. “But I’m even more sorry for letting Delilah and Ellie flirt with me like that.”
    I raised an eyebrow. He knew their names?
    As if sensing my question, he continued, “They’re two of Howard’s regular... entourage. Anyone who’s worked with Howard for more than a couple weeks ends up meeting them.”
    Well, that at least explained why he felt so comfortable around them.
    He released my hands and took a step forward. He cupped my face, raising it so that our eyes met. I knew I could drown in those eyes.
    “You’re the only one I want to be with, Carrie. The only one on my mind.”
    A small exhalation escaped my lips, and then his mouth was on mine. It started soft and gentle, his apology in physical form. Then he drew back for a moment and I read something darker on his face and it twisted things low inside me. All of my previous arousal came flooding back.
    “Carrie.” He breathed my name as he dropped his hands from my face and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me tight against him.
    This time, his kiss was hungry. His tongue plundered my mouth, exploring every inch of it as I clung to him, my knees weak. He spun us around, and my befuddled brain didn’t even register that he was taking us into the bathroom until I heard the faint squeak of the door. Not that I cared. As long as his arms stayed around me and his mouth kept moving with mine, I didn’t care where we were. I slid my hand up his chest and neck so that I could bury my fingers in the soft hair at the base of his skull.
    He made a noise in the back of his throat and I felt him grow harder against my hip. Fuck. I wanted him. My previous fantasies danced around the edges of my mind. Krissy had always told me that I needed to stop repressing myself. This seemed like as good a time as any. I walked backwards towards the last stall, the big one. There’d be plenty of room in there.
    The idea of letting Gavin take me in the hotel bathroom made me wetter than I’d wanted to admit. Still, I turned so that his back was going to push open the door. Once we were inside, we’d see where...
    A scream tore Gavin and me apart.
    A heavyset elderly woman was sitting on the toilet, looking equal parts mortified and furious. Heat flooded my face and I saw Gavin’s cheeks turn red.
    “I am so sorry,” I gasped.
    “Get out!” she shrieked. “Get out!”
    I wanted to but I was rooted to the spot, unable to move. Gavin grabbed my hand and yanked me after him. I stumbled, but managed to keep my feet underneath me as I let him pull me from the