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French speaker in the house. Finally, finally the song ended and the room broke out into polite
applause. As quickly as possible, she set her accordion down on the nearest table, relieved when
everyone went back to their conversations fairly quickly. Her eyes immediately sought Matt where he
stood near the door. He was stillness in a room full of movement, gray gaze cutting through the vibrant
crowd.
He nodded once, as if he d made a decision. Then he turned and walked out the front door. Brent
and Hayden were having an animated conversation that looked like it would end in them making out,
so they didn t notice his exit.
She should let him go. Definitely shouldn t follow him. So why were her feet moving? Maybe she
would just explain, issue an apology, and get it off her chest. Perhaps it wouldn t do an ounce of
good, possibly could even make things worse, but she couldn t just let him walk out after shocking
him the way she had. The thought that he might leave hating her was a decidedly sour one. At the very
least she could get some closure on this situation.
Lucy almost laughed. There wouldn t be closure any time soon. Not after what they d shared. Not a
moment had passed since last night that she didn t replay his fervent words against her lips, the hint of
torment in his voice. His hands, the way they d positioned her so commandingly, so he could drive
into her with perfect precision.
Decision made, Lucy skirted past a group of women discussing their plan to snag police officers for
themselves and darted along the wall, hoping no one saw her. Warm summer breeze greeted her
outside, carrying the scent of the Hudson River and a nearby bakery. Descending the steps, she looked
right and left, finally catching sight of Matt halfway down the block.
Matt. Wait.
His shoulders stiffened and he slowed to a stop, but didn t turn around. She kept walking until she
stood five feet away, staring nervously at his back.
What is it, Lucy?
The sharp way he said her name sent a jolt through her, but there was also a sense of relief to
finally hear him call her by the correct name. And boy, did that make her feel like an asshole. I just
wanted to say I m sorry. I know that s not even remotely adequate, but I couldn t let you leave without
hearing it. He turned slowly and she fell back a step at the anger she saw in his expression, yet still
he said nothing. Could you please say something?
Why did you do it? Why lie?
Stupidly, that was the one question she hadn t anticipated. She d expected, or hoped rather, that he
would just shout something awful at her. It would have made her feel better. Absolved her of a tiny bit
of her guilt. Instead, he d caught her off guard, giving her no choice but to answer honestly. I wanted
you. In the coffee shop, before I knew who you were, she said quietly, watching his jaw clench.
Then I heard you call me a nuisance& and I guess I just wanted to be someone who didn t inspire
irritation. Just for one day. I didn t want to be your best friend s little sister. I wanted to be me.
Only you weren t you. You pretended to be someone else.
The only thing I lied about was my name. Everything else
In this case, your name was the most important detail. He pushed a hand through his black hair. I
never would have touched you if I d known.
That s the other reason I lied, she whispered, trying to ignore the stab of hurt over his statement.
She didn t want to hear that. Wanted to keep imagining that he d been so attracted to her that he d had
no choice.
Eyes closed, Matt shook his head. It can t happen again. It won t. He stepped closer and lowered
his voice. I fucked you on your hands and knees on the floor of a dingy motel room that rented by the
hour. More than that, I
Spanked me. Manhandled me. She didn t know where the words came from, only knew that now
that they d been spoken, the air thickened between her and Matt. In the space of seconds, her breath
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