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your life.”
    â€œReally?”
    â€œYes.”
    Why was her hand still in his? “Tell me about it.”
    â€œWe would have left the gala early to go dancing.”
    â€œDancing?” The squeeze she gave was involuntary, a reflex to the fact that she loved dancing. That was all.
    â€œI know this great little salsa club.” He eyed her outfit. “That dress is meant for dancing.” His gaze lingered appreciatively on her neckline.
    Normally Daisy would be incensed by such blatant ogling, but tonight? She didn’t mind. “And then?”
    â€œThen—” he glanced around the restaurant “—I was going to bring you here.”
    â€œSo we’re back on track.”
    â€œI hope so.”
    Daisy finally managed to extricate her hand from Jamie’s and leaned back, trying to work herself up into feeling angry, the way she’d felt earlier in the evening. She tried to recreate the urge to claw his eyes out, which was how she’d felt seeing him up on stage beside Tricia Gordon. But that had been Colin, not Jamie.
    She should want to claw Jamie’s eyes out, too, for lying to her.
    But she didn’t. Not one bit. Instead of wanting to claw his eyes out, she had the urge to run her fingernails up his bare back.
    Instead of feeling angry, she had fluttery whatnots salsa dancing in her stomach and throbby do-das doing the merengue between her legs.
    Her body was primed for dancing—dirty dancing—and while Daisy prepared a whole statement in her head, something like, Nice try, buddy. While I appreciate your apology, it’s going to take a hell of a lot more than that to get me to forgive you ,the words stayed lodged at the back of her throat.
    And then something happened to distract her from attempting to say the things she should have said. The most amazing scents wafted out of the kitchen—pesto, garlic, basil, olive oil, fire-roasted tomatoes on fresh, thin crust—as Rosa opened the door, carrying a pizza round at shoulder level. Daisy’s mouth watered, alerting her to the fact that she was starving. Maybe some food would help her gain a little rationality, too.
    Because at the moment, with Jamie Forsythe’s leg pressed so intimately against hers and his insolent gaze burning her cheeks, Daisy was about to do something completely and utterly irrational.
    * * *
    W HY HAD HE brought Daisy here? He never brought dates to Rosa’s. This was his place.
    But Jamie would do it all over again simply to watch Daisy eat. The woman certainly appreciated good pizza. Was there anything sexier than that?
    Yes.
    Daisy’s red dress and the black panties that were hiding underneath.
    But watching Daisy eat Rosa’s specialty, the Margherita pizza, was pretty damn sexy. The slow deep breaths she took with each and every bite, consuming the food with all her senses. The way her eyes fluttered closed as she chewed, the little sounds of pleasure that escaped her—she probably had no idea she was making them.
    The woman was having a love affair with his favorite pizza.
    An image of Daisy’s naked body moving—no, writhing—beneath him while she made those sounds, flashed so vividly across his brain that Jamie choked on his slice.
    â€œYou okay?” she asked, covering her full mouth.
    â€œFine.”
    Liar. He was not fine. Not one bit. This woman, whom he barely knew, had an effect on him the likes of which he’d never experienced before. The rare combination of innocence, forthrightness and sensuality she projected brought out conflicting emotions in Jamie. On the one hand, he wanted to take care of her. Protect her. Keep her away from all the dickheads in the world.
    Guys like him.
    On the other hand...
    Dammit. He fought the urge to back her against the wall, flip up her skirt, tear off those panties and take her, right here, right now.
    Hard.
    Jesus. It was insane.
    â€œDo I have sauce on my