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  him to leave, but she could see the tension in his him. She wanted to

  go to him and hug him to her, to tell him to relax and again, that was

  completely against her nature. She didn't generally hug people very

  often, only loved ones and close friends. With him, she wanted to

  touch him, hug him, just be close to him and it didn't make sense.

  "This is so out there for me. I don't know what it is about you." She

  turned her back on him, staring out the window when she continued.

  "I can't tell you to leave. Honestly, I don't know why, but I can't. I

  don't want you to." Her head dropped and her shoulders sagged when

  she admitted her feelings. She heard him release his breath in a

  relived sigh. "But, I am still married and I have no plans of changing

  that fact."

  When she turned back to him she saw that he nodded his head in

  understanding. In two steps he was beside her and pulled her to him

  again. "I can understand and respect that. But I will tell you, my

  intentions are to keep you for myself. I will take you away, to hell

  with your husband." His tone of voice ended his statement with a

  slight menacing growl.

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  Paige released a half laugh half sigh, shaking her head she blinked

  slowly. "If I weren't married, I would jump right in, but Casey." His

  finger on her lips stopped her words.

  "Let's just take one day at a time and see where this goes, no

  pressure, okay?" Breathing deeply she nodded her head and returned

  his brilliant, hope filled smile.

  They broke apart when a knock sounded at the door. Rosa

  appeared with the packages that had been delivered to her room.

  Paige opened the door to allow Rosa to come in. Plopping the boxes

  on the couch, she waved at Casey when he walked towards the door.

  "Later Amante."

  "I will be back in a couple hours to pick you ladies up." Casey

  grinned. Reaching Paige, he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and

  disappeared out the door.

  She had heard Rosa call Lamar Amante many times. She had asked

  once and was told that it meant lover. Shaking her head when the

  door closed, Paige turned to Rosa with a groan. Dejected, heading

  towards the love seat, her feet drug across the floor and she plopped

  down onto the cushion. Her head leaning back, she rubbed a weary

  hand across her face. "Rosa, what am I going to do?" Turning her

  head without lifting it, she stared at her friend, waiting for an answer.

  "Isn't he just the hottest thing you have ever seen?" Rosa headed

  into the kitchen. Rummaging through the refrigerator, found what she

  was looking for and pulled out a bottle of wine that had been pushed

  to the back.

  "Yeah, he's hot and what did you tell him about Dalton?" Forcing

  herself to stand up, she shuffled over and took the glass Rosa had

  poured for her. Gulping it down, she held the glass out for more.

  With a laugh Rosa filled it again.

  "I just told him that you were married to a jerk." The secretive

  smile on her face told Paige there was probably more to it than what

  she was telling her.

  "Well, he told me he loved me and he was going to steal me away

  from Dalton." Sitting sideways on the seat she stared out the window

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  and saw Casey hopping into a car. She turned back to Rosa. "This

  never happens to me."

  "Well chica, I would say just go with it and see what happens."

  Rosa began pulling the red ribbons from the boxes, but didn't open

  them. Her expression remained neutral.

  Paige huffed, digging deeper into the cushion, wondering if there

  was a way she could pass on going out. The thoughts of what Casey

  had done to her body, and then his declaration of love had thrown her

  into a tailspin. Did she want to call it quits, tell him to leave and

  never return, or did she really want to see where it led? Then she

  thought of her husband's affair with that woman two years earlier.

  Had he felt this way? Did he just come back to her to keep the family

  together? Did he really care for Darcy? The thoughts were disturbing

  and her chest began to feel heavy.

  Rosa heard the slight sob, hurried over and gathered Paige in her

  arms. "Just breathe baby, it'll be ok. You can't beat yourself up over

  this. The heart wants what the heart wants."

  "That's what I'm afraid of. Did I force Dalton to stay with me when

  he really wanted to be with her? Was him telling me he loved me a lie

  all these years?" Paige swiped at the stray tear and sniffled.

  "Hon, only Dalton can tell you that."

  Rose didn't meet her eyes, but held her mouth in a firm line. Paige

  got the feeling she wanted to say more, but was holding back for some

  reason. She was tired of being alone and unsure. She didn't want to

  admit it, but deep down, she had a feeling Dalton was still seeing

  Darcy. She knew, but didn't want to face the truth that she was

  fighting a losing battle to keep her marriage together. Straightening

  her shoulders, she drew in a deep cleansing breath and released it

  shakily. It was time she made herself happy. "Okay, before I go and

  mess myself up completely. Where are we going tonight and when?"

  "That a girl." Rosa patted her shoulder and stepped back, glancing

  at the gold watch on her slender wrist. "We leave in two hours. So go

  jump in the shower, after you are done, call me and I will come over

  and do your eye make-up."

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  CHAPTER FIVE

  Still in her robe, Paige called Rosa.

  She showed up within moments with her small bag of tricks.

  The makeup was subtle, but whatever she had done, Paige's green

  eyes looked even greener and took on a dreamy state. She couldn't

  believe she was looking at herself in the mirror.

  They moved to the bedroom where Rosa picked up the box and that

  secretive smile appeared again. Paige began to see Rosa's smile for

  what it was. Rosa had done something sneaky.

  Paige wondered just what she was up to.

  Opening the box, she quickly found out. There was a pair of lacy

  red thongs and a matching bra sitting on top of a red dress that looked

  as if it floated in the box. Paige stared at it and tears sprang to her

  eyes. She had not seen the dress, but it looked exquisite and hugged

  Rosa to her.

  Laughing, Rosa hugged her back.

  "Put it on and don't you dare cry and mess up those perfect eyes!"

  After a day of being naked on the massage table with Rosa, Paige

  had no qualms about shedding her clothing. She slipped the soft

  material against her skin. The chiffon dress was fabulous, and

  flattered her fuller figure nicely. The sexy surplice neckline showed

  the curve of her breasts as the bra pushed them higher than they had

  been in a long time. The cummerbund style belt gathered at her waist

  and flared into multi layers of material that flowed around her legs

  when she twisted.

  The shoe box revealed strappy heals like she had chosen with the

  turquoise dress, but these matched the color of this dress to perfection.

  "How did you know this would fit? I didn't try it on or
even see it."

  Paige couldn't help but ask and stare in awe at her reflection.

  "You tried on all those clothes. So I figured out your size. When

  you were in the changing room I saw this." She fingered the material

  of the skirt. "I knew it would be perfect for your shape."

  Rosa smiled brightly, pleased that her selection had been perfect.

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  Paige couldn't help it, she hugged her again. When they separated,

  she excitedly slipped the shoes on. They fit flawlessly as well and she

  could actually walk in them. They had heels, but not too high so she

  wouldn't break her neck. The outfit was absolutely exquisite.

  Rosa came up behind her and hugged her around the waist, chin

  resting on her shoulder she stared into Paige's eyes. "You look

  beautiful and tonight will be different than any other night in your

  life." She promised with a grin. "I can almost guarantee that it will

  top last night, hands down." Rosa kissed her cheek, and then opened

  the hand resting on her shoulder and a necklace dangled there. She

  quickly fastened it around Paige's neck before she could protest, and

  handed her the matching earrings. "It's your night to shine." Rosa

  stood back grinning from ear to ear.

  With a sigh and a shake of her head, Paige pushed the earrings

  through her piercings and secured them in place. The jewelry did

  complete the look. She couldn't believe that she was staring at own

  reflection.

  * * * *

  It was pouring rain when the women walked into the lobby. Casey

  had just walked in through the sliding glass doors, flicking water off

  his shoulders when he looked up. His eyes grew wide and he released

  a low whistle.

  Paige was not used to dressing like this, nor was she used to anyone

  admiring her and felt the blush of pleasure spread across her face, it

  felt good.

  Casey looked good too. He had showered and changed out of the

  blue jeans and t-shirt, and now wore a pair of black slacks and a

  button up grey shirt that made his eyes even bluer, if that were

  possible.

  Taxi cabs lined up underneath the overhang, but Casey guided them

  past the taxis towards a black car. The rain stopped.

  He quickly escorted the two women to the black car and opened the

  door for Paige, handing her into the front seat, then Rosa into the

  back. As soon as he climbed in the car, the rain started again and they

  all laughed.

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  The traffic was horrendous and Paige held a hand to her mouth to

  keep from squealing every time a car swerved or mopeds pulled over

  in front of them. She finally just hung her head and closed her eyes to

  keep from seeing how close they were to the other cars. Rosa laughed

  and poked her shoulder from the back seat and continued chattering

  like she always did. "Come on Paige, I'm not that bad of a driver."

  Casey teased, squeezing her thigh lightly.

  "Just keep your hands on the steering wheel, drive and tell me when

  we get there." She responded through clenched teeth without looking

  up or uncovering her eyes. Casey and Rosa laughed again.

  Finally, they pulled into the parking lot and Paige opened her eyes.

  When the engine went dead, she breathed a sigh of relief. They were

  at a mall. Glancing over at Casey, then back at Rosa with a

  questioning look he smiled.

  "There is a really nice restaurant inside the mall. Once we eat,

  we're going to The Haven around the corner."

  "I'm in your hands tonight." Paige responded then nearly sputtered

  from embarrassment when she received a lecherous look from Casey

  and a hearty laugh from Rosa.

  Dinner wasn't formal, but it was higher class than she expected at a

  mall. The food was buffet style, but was fresh and very appetizing.

  Sitting beside her, Casey fed her foods that she would have never

  otherwise tried. He avoided the shellfish she was averse to. She had

  to ask. "How did you know I'm allergic?"

  She caught the glance between him and Rosa and a frown creased

  her brow instantly.

  "Rosa mentioned it before dinner." He answered nonchalantly.

  She was going to have to talk with Rosa and ask her not to tell

  Casey any more about her. Then the thought hit her, when had she

  had time to tell him anything? They hadn't been alone, had they?

  She opened her mouth to ask when they had talked, but found a

  korokke shoved in her mouth and was forced to sink her teeth into it

  before it fell onto her lap. There was no chance to ask once done

  chewing and swallowing because Tadd showed up and Rosa was

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  eagerly greeting him with a very big hug and kiss. She obviously

  didn't care that people were staring.

  After dinner, they made their way to the club. It was packed and as

  far as Paige could tell, there were people from different countries all

  throughout the bar.

  Casey leaned over and said something to Rosa when they entered.

  Rosa nodded and pulled Tadd along behind her and headed straight

  for the bar. Casey didn't bother finding a table because it would be

  next to impossible. Instead, he pulled her out onto the dance floor.

  The music happened to be a song by Duane Britton she had heard

  before. He pulled her into his arms and began singing to her.

  "Let me be your ride out of town.

  Let me be the place that you hide.

  We can make our lives on the go.

  Runaway with me.

  Texas in the summer is cool."

  The sound of his deep voice singing to her made her eyes mist with

  tears when his eyes gazed down into her eyes. He substituted Sam's

  name with hers and made up words he wanted her to hear.

  " Run away with me.

  Paige I know, this is fast.

  I know it's crazy but

  Paige, I'm in love with you.

  We can make plans

  Paige we can make plans."

  He sang to her from the heart and she melted. Lifting up on the tip

  of her toes, she pulled his head down to hers and kissed him. She

  wanted the feel of his lips on hers again. She also needed him to stop

  singing because she was already falling for him harder than he would

  ever know.

  She was not one for kissing in front of other people, but with him,

  nothing mattered. Their lips clung to one another while they swayed

  to the music. Throughout the evening they concentrated on one

  another. Talking, learning little things about the other, where they

  lived, their families, their lives in general. He was a little older than

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  she had thought, thirty three, so she didn't quite feel so bad thinking

  he was only twenty five. Nearly the same age as her oldest son who

  just turned twenty-one.

  The lighting in the bar was dim, but Casey appeared to be able to

  see okay. He steered her clear of the crowd and made their way to the

  table Rosa and Tadd had secured for them. Paige noticed that Rosa

  wasn't dancing, but hanging at the table with Tadd, which was a little

  odd. The glasses in front of them were tinted, and looked as if they

  were drinking a deep dark red wine.
/>   When she went to reach for Rosa's to take a sip, Rosa quickly

  pulled it to her, covering the top with her hand. Shaking her head, she

  reached over and pushed a glass of chardonnay over to her.

  Paige frowned. Rosa always shared her drink with her. She sipped

  from the wine while Casey drank the same drink the others were

  having, and then followed it with a couple big swigs on the beer.

  Odd, behavior from them all, but she was determined to have fun and

  not overanalyze things like she tended to do. It was time for her to

  enjoy herself.

  When she and Casey danced, men and women alike complimented

  them and she was proud to be in his arms. Amazed at how fast the

  evening flew by, she was disappointed, but also a little on the anxious

  side to be heading back to base, back to her room. She rode in

  nervous silence while Casey drove and Tadd made out with Rosa in

  the back seat.

  Paige was afraid to turn around for fear of seeing what they were

  doing with all the sounds she heard. The thoughts of the night before

  flooded her mind and she moved slightly in her seat.

  Casey chose that moment to reach over and hold her hand and that

  small gestured made her happy. Even though the night had turned out

  to be even muggier than it had been the night before, she was happy

  that his warm hand enveloped hers.

  Tadd and Rosa were barely in the door to Rosa's room before

  clothing began disappearing. They stood in front of her door. Casey

  smiled and Paige gave a nervous laugh when he held his hand out to

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  her. She dropped the card key in his palm and he slid it down through

  the lock and opened the door.

  With her hands clasped together, she walked through the opening

  apprehensively. She had only had a couple glasses of wine

  throughout the evening, so she was not even a bit tipsy and wished she

  was. She felt like she did when she was in high school. She thought

  back to her first date with Dalton, the first time he had kissed her, she

  hadn't been this nervous. The first time he had made love to her…

  She jumped when Casey's hand lightly touched her shoulder.

  "You looked like you were off in your own little world."

 

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