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drinking?"
    "Well…" She held her thumb and pointer finger close to each other. "Just a little bit."
    "Yeah, the way you're slurring your words, I'd say you had more than just a little bit. How'd you get here?" He turned to look out the window.
    She knew he couldn't see anything but pitch blackness. "A friend dropped me off."
    "Abbey?"
    "No." She ducked her head. "Someone else."
    "Victoria?" Traye's scowled deepened, and he crossed the room in three quick strides. "Who brought you here?"
    "I caught a ride with a guy." She reached for him, but missed as he took a step back. "Abbey had her sights on some beefed up boy toy."
    "You didn't know this guy? Are you crazy? You're drunk off your ass. He could have taken advantage of you, and you wouldn't even have known the difference."
    "I'm not stupid. Luke was nice, and I knew I could trust him."
    "Did you come from Jerry's?"
    "Yeah. We were going out of town, but the stupid snowstorm ruined that. Although I've never seen this Luke guy before. No matter. I ended up where I want to be." Again she reached for him and missed. "Traye, come on. Join me in this nice, comfortable bed."
    "The storm." His sexy lips grew into a frown before his eyes flew wide. He walked toward the door. "We should get you home before it starts. You need to sleep off this drunk."
    He swung open the door. Wind and snow swept inside with a big whoosh.
    "Too late. It was already coming down pretty good when I got here." She got up and walked over to him. She ran her fingers over his warm flesh, then stretched up on tiptoe to kiss the back of his neck. "I'll go home later. For now, we can enjoy what we both want."
    Traye jerked away, leaving her hands empty. A gush of cold air, combined with a swirl of stinging, wet flakes, caught her attention. He pushed the door shut and leaned his forehead against it.
    "Damn. It's really bad out there." He turned to look at her with a deep crease in his forehead. He ran his fingers through his hair. "I can't let you wander home in this. You'd get lost in an instant in this whiteout. Shit. This isn't good. If either Robert or Andrew catch you here, I'm dead."
    "They won't." She advanced on her prey, then kissed and licked his chest. She ran her nails over his muscular abs and reached her pointer finger underneath the band of his jeans and rubbed his sensitive skin. He moaned. He was about to surrender; she could sense it. Running her tongue around his hard nipple, she sighed in satisfaction.
    "Victoria, stop." He grabbed her shoulders and shoved her away. She stumbled, thanks to her heels, but managed to stay on her feet.
    She blinked at him. "Stop what? If they find us, you can blame it on me and the alcohol. In the meantime, we can satisfy our hunger. I want you so much. We're both adults and can make our own decisions. Dad and Andrew don't have to be an issue. This is about us."
    Again she stepped closer, and he sidestepped her. She twirled around too fast and grabbed the wall to steady herself.
    "Look at you." Traye grabbed her arm and walked her over to the loveseat. "Sit down before you fall. You're so wasted, you can't even stand."
    He knelt before her to remove her boots. "You're going to sleep this off with all your clothes on. I'll take you home in the morning if we can get out of here, but understand this: Nothing is going to happen between us."
    "You're such a jerk." Victoria shook her leg until he let go of it. "Screw you. I'm so sick of your holy attitude. Your kisses don't lie. You want me, and I know you have feelings for me, but I'm done begging."
    "Good, because nothing is going to happen." He sat back on his haunches. "I have nothing to offer you. This is for your own good."
    "Forget it, Traye." She came to her feet and weaved a bit before standing tall. The alcohol was starting to curdle in her stomach. Damn if she'd embarrass herself even more by getting sick. This had been her worse idea yet. "You won't have to worry about me anymore. I won't be throwing