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She didn t wait for anyone to say anything else, just whirled around and stalked off across the
room.
Welcome her to the family? Was the woman crazy?
 Never going to happen, she muttered.
 What s never going to happen? an amused voice said from behind her. She glanced around, to
find Logan still close by. As she opened her mouth to answer him, the black door opened and this time
Declan stepped out.
 Holy shit.
Chapter Thirteen
For a moment the room faded, the sounds of the music and voices muting.
Tall, dark, and dangerous. This was the bad-boy Declan she d only ever dreamed about.
Beside her Logan lowered his head.  You like? he murmured.  You know, it s the general opinion
in the family that this vast improvement in Declan s appearance is all for you.
 Really? But she wasn t paying attention, every cell focused on Declan. From his sexily tousled
midnight hair, to the dark stubble that shadowed his jawline, and lower& She swallowed. The
business suit was a distant memory, replaced by black leather pants that hugged his hips and long
legs, and a black T-shirt that stretched across his broad chest. Heat washed through her, settling low
down in her belly.
She didn t like to think she was so shallow as to be effected by a mere change of clothes but&
 Holy shit, she said again.
Besides, it wasn t so much that he d changed his appearance, but the  why behind it. What he was
trying to convey? That maybe he could change? Maybe they both could.
Dark glasses covered his eyes, but he took them off and stared straight at her, his gaze catching and
holding hers, and a flame shot between them.
For long seconds they stared at each other, and she couldn t look away.
She was a self-deluding idiot. If she left Declan now, she d regret it from the moment she turned
away. And probably for the rest of her life.
Could she face her fears, overcome them?
 I ll leave you two lovebirds alone, Logan said, but she hardly heard the words.
She swallowed, quite unable to move as Declan headed toward her. He even walked differently,
with the smooth glide of a predator, and something dark and needy uncurled inside her. As he drew
closer, she saw another change, and her breath caught in her throat. His right arm showed the red skin
and black ink of a brand-new tattoo. That was more than a change of clothes. It was a declaration
of& She wasn t sure, but she wanted to find out.
He halted in front of her, and his gaze searched her face.  Are you all right? he asked.
 I don t know. She shook her head, forcing her brain to function.  I think I might be.
She needed to touch him, check he was real, run her hands over the smooth leather& But as she
took a step closer, she became aware of a prickle of unease. It shivered down her spine and she
looked around for the source. In the army she d learned to listen to her hunches. But again, nothing
seemed out of place. She found the bodyguards at the edge of the room, their attention fixed on
Declan. Steve turned to her, gave a small thumbs-up. All was well. She was being paranoid.
Maybe they could leave now. Get away from this crowd.
Talk.
Do a whole load of other things.
She turned her attention to Declan.
&
She didn t look as though she d gotten any more sleep last night than he had, with dark shadows under
her eyes. But she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He grabbed two glasses of
champagne from a passing waitress and handed her one.
She took it but didn t drink.
They were in the middle of the floor, and he could feel a multitude of eyes watching him. He
wanted to take her away, but wasn t at all sure that that wouldn t signal the end of the night for her and
she would vanish, never to be seen again. So instead, he placed a hand on her waist and steered her
into a dark corner behind one of the pillars.
Then he took the glass from her hand, put it down along with his on a nearby table, and pressed her
up against the pillar. She didn t push him away, and hope rose inside him. Cupping her face in his
hands he slanted his mouth over hers, sliding his tongue between her lips, tasting her. He was already
painfully hard, and he pressed his hips against her belly, felt her push back and moan softly in her
throat.
Finally, after long minutes, he drew back from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers. Her
hands were under his T-shirt, around his waist, fingers digging into his skin.
Christ, he wished they were alone somewhere. He wanted to lose himself in her, bury himself deep
inside. She was going to walk away.
He knew it, and a sense of powerlessness washed over him. He was unused to the feeling and had
no clue how to combat it. He d told himself that he would do whatever was right for Jess. He
wouldn t push her. But how the hell was he supposed to let her go?
 How about we go get some fresh air? he murmured against her skin.  I know of this great alley,
just close by.
A smile flickered across her face, but then was gone. She shook her head.  We can t risk it. Too
many people know your whereabouts tonight. We have to keep you in clear sight.
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