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This was the second time I’d experienced this. Frowning, I shoved the idea of satisfying my curiosity about where he could be out of my mind and strode to the elevator.

The elevator doors dinged open, and I stepped in and admired the healthy glow to my cheeks. Exercise and sunshine did that.

As did Corben.

And the idea of sex. Wild, crazy sex.

I pictured our playfulness on the beach.

His stunning physique was permanently etched into my brain, and it will stay there forever.

Chapter Twenty

In my apartment, I stripped off and had a quick shower, and after stepping out, I dried off and toweled my hair. Without time to do anything else, I left the wet bangs to tumble around my shoulders and dry naturally.

However, in an attempt to stop it from going frizzy, I rubbed in some Argan oil and scrunched it into loose waves. It was the best I could do . . . I didn’t want to keep Corben waiting. Blinking at my reflection, I wanted to slap myself at that pathetic thought. Corben could wait as long as I made him wait.

“Yeah.” I nodded at my reflection. That’s better.

I decided on my Bohemian floor-length skirt with the elastic waist and matched it with a plain white T-shirt. I put on flat leather sandals and accessorized with dangly orange earrings.

I glanced in the mirror and scrutinized my reflection. Without my hair done and with no makeup or fancy clothing I was back to Jane, plain Jane. My instant thought was to return to the bathroom and fix my hair and makeup, but quickly decided against it.

This was me. The authentic me. Not Memphis.

It only seemed fitting that I should go to Corben as the real Jane Nichols.

My phone rang, and I plucked it from the side pocket of my bag. Smiling, I punched the green button. “Hey, Lolly.”

“Hey, sista, I’ve been thinking about you. Ready for your big meeting?”

“Oh yeah. I suppose.”

“Don’t admit to anything. Make out that Needledick is psycho.”

“Ha, that won’t be hard.” I told her about his outburst this morning.

“Holy shit, he’s losing his marbles.”

“Maybe.”

“Go for a run, babe. That’ll take your mind off it.”

I chuckled. “I already did that.”

“You did?” The surprise in her voice was justified.

“Uh-huh, with Corben.”

“Fuck yeah. How’s my sexy hunk?”

“Well . . .” I sighed. “I broke it off with him.”

“Oh shit. Really? Why?”

“He told me he wasn’t ready to settle down and that he never wants kids. And well, once he said that, I guess . . . I guess I just didn’t feel like I should see him anymore.”

“Oh well.”

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