how
he
felt
emotionally,
each
and
every
time
she
had
screamed
out
his
name
while
swept
up
in
the
throes
of
ecstasy.
Okay,
he
admitted
he
would
always
remember
last
night,
but
he
refused
to
get
hung
up
on
it
and
start
reading
more
into
it
than
was
there.
He
had
wanted
to
introduce
her
to
passion,
and
he
had.
No
big
deal.
He
had
wanted
to
show
her
how
two
levelheaded
individuals
could
suddenly
become
overtaken
with
desire,
a
desire
so
consuming
that
it
could
stir
uncontrollable
passion
between
them.
And
he’d
done
that,
too.
The
only
thing
left
was
for
them
to
find
her
mother
and
Uncle
Corey.
He
frowned
when
he
thought
what
would
probably
happen
after
that.
Once
Madison
saw
her
mother
and
was
reassured
that
she
was
fine,
she’d
probably
return
to
Boston.
He,
on
the
other
hand,
would
go
back
to
Durango’s
place
and
do
what
he’d
intended
to
do
from
the
beginning.
He
would
get
a
little
R
and
R
before
starting
work
on
his
next
book.
Why
did
the
thought
of
them
going
their
separate
ways
begin
to
gnaw
on
his
insides?
Why
did
the
thought
of
her
sharing
her
newfound
passion
with
another
man
bother
the
hell
out
of
him?
He
had
made
love
to
other
women
and
never
felt
troubled
by
the
thought
of
them
sleeping
with
someone
else
after
their
relationship
ended.
In
fact,
he’d
always
been
grateful
that
his
ex-lovers
wanted
to
move
on.
He
inhaled
deeply.
He
needed
distance
from
Madison
to
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