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room. “You said you’re leaving town.”
“We are,” Galen growled.
“Yeah, we are.” Theo stroked a hand down her arm and back up
Galen’s. “But we’ll be back in a few weeks. Let us take you out on a proper
date, Meg.”
The use of her real name, rather than the pet name he’d lavished on her
all night, let her know exactly how serious Theo was. Just like she knew
exactly how unhappy Galen was with this unexpected twist from the way he
didn’t seem to breathe behind her. Not from anticipation. No, nothing so
simple as that would turn him from the languid man who’d just enjoyed a
good time back into a predator. He might as well have put up a neon sign
screaming “No!”
Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and lifted her head. “It would never
work.”
“It’s dinner.” Theo didn’t smile, his blue eyes serious. “No harm ever
came from dinner.”
“I can list half a dozen examples that prove that plenty of harm can
come from dinner.” She should move, should put some distance between
them so she could think clearly, but Meg wasn’t willing to come back down
to earth yet.
Galen growled against the back of her neck. “It won’t work. Once Theo
has his mind set on something, he’ll see it through and to hell with the
consequences.”
“Taking me out to dinner is hardly the end of the world.” She cursed
herself as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Damn it, she was
supposed to be putting a solid stop sign at the end of this night and leaving
it as a fond memory—not letting Galen bait her into agreeing to it.
But he only laughed harshly. “It might be for you.”
“Galen, enough.”
“One night, Theo. You promised one night. Don’t go back on your word
now.”
They aren’t talking about me. Or they are, but this has nothing to do
with me.
Meg eyed the door, but there was no getting out of this bed with any
mount of stealth or grace. “It’s a moot point what Theo does or does not