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that cell phone close, you hear me?
 I ll put it in my pocket, I swear.
 Good girl. He kissed her forehead.  Don t wait up. This may take a while.
 Good luck, she called after him.
He waved at her, left and closed the door behind him.
Carlie finished cleaning up the kitchen and went upstairs to play her game. On the kitchen table,
forgotten, was the cell phone she d promised to keep with her. The only other phone in the house was
a fixed one, in her father s office...
* * *
 GOODNESS, COFFEE JUST goes right through me, Lanette whispered into Carson s ear.  Be right
back.
He just nodded, aware of irritated glances from other theatergoers nearby. He wasn t really thrilled
with the play. It was modern and witty, but not his sort of entertainment at all, despite the evident skill
of the actors.
His mind went back to Carlie on the riverbank, standing so close that he could feel every soft line
of her body, kissing him so hungrily that his mind spun like a top. Carlie, who was as innocent as a
newborn, completely clueless about the hungers that drove men.
He wanted her until he couldn t sleep for wanting her. And he knew he could never have her. He
wasn t going to settle down, as Cash Grier had, with a wife and child and a job in a small town. He
liked adventure, excitement. He wasn t willing to give those up for some sort of middle-class dream
life in a cottage or a condo, mowing the grass on weekends. The thought of it turned his stomach.
He brushed away a spec on his immaculate trousers and frowned. He didn t understand why Carlie
appealed to his senses so strongly. She wasn t really pretty, although her mouth was soft and beautiful
and tasted as sweet as honey. Her body was slender and she was small-breasted. But she had long,
elegant legs and her waist was tiny. He could feel her small breasts swelling against his hard chest
when he kissed her, feel the tips biting into his flesh even through layers of fabric.
He groaned silently. His adventures with women had always been with beautiful, practiced, elegant
women. He d never been with an innocent. And he wasn t about to break that record now, he assured
himself firmly.
He d been vulnerable with Carlie because he felt guilty about sending her to the hospital when he
lost his temper. That was all. It was a physical reaction, prompted only by guilt. He was never going to
forgive himself for frightening her like that. Her white face haunted him still. He d only moved
closer to make his point, it hadn t been a true aggression. But it must have seemed that way to a young
girl who d been beaten, and then later stabbed by an assassin.
But he hadn t hurt her at the dance, when they d moved together like one person, when he d felt the
hunger so deeply that he could have laid her down on the dance floor right then. What the hell was he
going to do? It was impossible. Impossible!
While he was brooding, Lanette returned. She slid her hand into his and just smiled at him, without
saying a word. He glanced at her. She really was beautiful. He d never seen a woman who was quite
this exquisite. If it hadn t been for her attitude, and her other flaws, she might have seemed the perfect
woman. That made it all the more inexplicable that he couldn t force himself to sleep with her; not
even to relieve the ache Carlie gave him.
* * *
CARLIE WAS FIGHTING two Horde in the battleground. Sadly, neither of them was Carson. She flailed
away with her two-handed sword, pulled out her minions, used every trick she could think of to
vanquish them, but they killed her. She grimaced. She had the best gear honor points could buy, but
there were these things called conquest points that only came from doing arenas. Carlie couldn t do
arena. She was too slow and too clumsy.
So there were people far better geared than she was. Which was just an excuse, because the playing
field was level in battlegrounds, regardless of how good your armor was.
The painful truth was that there were a lot of players who were much better at it than Carlie was.
She comforted herself with the knowledge that there was always somebody better at the game, and
eventually everybody got killed once or twice during a battle. She was just glad that she didn t have to
do it in real life.
 Ah, well, she said, and sighed.
She resurrected at the battleground cemetery, got on her mount and rode back off to war. Before
she got to either her home base or the enemy s, the end screen came up. The Alliance had lost to the
Horde. But it had been an epic battle, the sort that you really didn t mind losing so much because it
was fought by great players on both sides.
 Next time, she told the screen.  Next time, we ll own you, Hordies!
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