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unsatisfied
    peak. She could feel the straining tautness beneath the denim of his jeans, was fully aware of the expectant
    hardness in his muscles. The heat in him was still so intense it should have scorched her. But he made no
    move to lay her down on the carpet and cover her body with his own.
    „All right?“ he whispered.
    She nodded, aware that she should be the one asking the question. He was obviously in the grip of a
    fierce, unsatisfied need. She wondered why he didn’t try to do something about it. Then it finally occurred
    to Heather that Flynn Rammage was waiting for an engraved invitation from her.
    She sat up slowly, looking at him through the veil of her lashes. He was watching her with silent hunger.
    The first licking flames of uncertainty came to life within her. She should never have let things go this
    far.
    Flynn watched as the expressions of doubt and regret chased themselves through her shadowed hazel
    eyes and he exhaled heavily. Then a wry curve edged his mouth. He glanced at the black metal watch on
    his wrist.
    „I think I’d better be on my way. It’s getting late.“
    Startled, Heather automatically glanced at her own watch. It wasn’t even nine-thirty. Flynn had certainly
    never excused himself on such flimsy grounds before. But she wasn’t about to argue with him. She was
    feeling guilty enough as it was for having let him pleasure her so completely while giving him nothing in
    return.
    It didn’t help her conscience much to tell herself he undoubtedly deserved it. She wasn’t a tease and she
    didn’t like being cast in the role of one, even if what had happened had not been entirely her fault. But she
    was too wary of him to offer the engraved invitation he’d apparently wanted. Something within her refused
    to make it that easy for him.
    Awkwardly Heather struggled to her feet, reaching for her jeans and tugging them on quickly. Flynn un
    coiled beside her, his hand under her arm. He rested his hands on her shoulders and kissed her forehead
    lightly. His tawny eyes glittered as he looked down at her for a long moment.
    „Good night, Heather.“
    „Good night, Flynn.“ She couldn’t think of anything else intelligent to say, so she added lamely, „Drive
    carefully.“
    He nodded. „I will. Think about my proposal, hmmm?“
    It was probably all she was going to be able to think about, Heather thought, but aloud she said lightly,
    „Are you sure you want me to think about it? I might say yes. Then where would you be?“
    He grinned. „Climbing into bed with you, instead of going home to a cold shower.“
    Something tightened within her. She didn’t understand him and that made her wary. It wasn’t in Flynn’s
    nature to go through such an elaborate seduction scene without demanding his own satisfaction. At least it
    hadn’t been in the nature of the Flynn Rammage she had known eight months ago. His obvious restraint
    tonight didn’t fit into what she knew of this man.
    „Good night, Flynn,“ she said again.
    He nodded once, his brief amusement fading back into the more familiar brooding watchfulness. Then
    he walked toward the door, opened it and disappeared into the night without a backward glance.
    Heather stood staring at the closed door for a long while, listening to the roar of the Porsche as it trailed
    into the distance. Confusion and caution swamped her.
    She could not make sense of his actions tonight. That fact was both alarming and provoking. It was also
    dangerously intriguing.
    Heather finally moved, wandering slowly through the house, turning off lights. Over and over again she
    asked herself the most unanswerable question of all.
    Why marriage?
    Why, after all this time and after the way he had left her eight months ago, was Flynn Rammage back
    on her doorstep, asking her to marry him? Heather was almost afraid to allow herself to examine the
    possibility that he had actually come to the conclusion he loved her. When the thought flicked across her
    mind