The Midnight Hour (36 page)

With an exasperated sigh, he then recalled that night almost two years ago when Christy had been home on spring break from college and had reminded him of that promise. He was surprised she had remembered that time and tried to

explain to her that he had only been teasing with her that day. He had emphasized the eight-year difference in their ages, told her that she needed to start dating guys her own age and to stop waiting on him because he had no intention of ever marrying her or any woman. His words had hurt her that night and since then she had made him her sworn enemy.

But what he hadn't been able to forget, more than anything else about that night, was the kiss they'd shared before he had given her the brush-off. Desire for her had consumed his body to a degree he hadn't thought possible. And when he had kissed her-devoured her mouth was a better way to describe it-he had felt things he had never felt before… or had felt since.

He rubbed his hand down his face, admitting that that was the crux of his problem. Christy Madaris was still off-limits to him and would forever be the baby sister of three of his closest friends. But that hadn't stopped him from realizing something over the past two years. Christy was no longer a girl but a woman-a very beautiful and desirable woman.

A woman he desperately wanted.

It had taken him almost two torturous years to finally accept what Christy had said all along. He had been waiting for her to grow up.

He glanced down at his hand. He had placed the ring back on bis finger when an angry Christy had given it back to him, and to him that ring represented unfinished business between them.

And he knew, just as sure as there was a moon in the sky, that he was willing to risk everything to finish it.

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