Dylan Heston took Nancy Hughes to his apartment, helping her inside.
Nancy seemed to have sobered up a little. She looked around with dazed eyes. "This isn't my home."
"This is my apartment."
"Yours?" Nancy broke into a wide grin and laughed at him. She threw her arms tightly around his neck, gazed into his eyes for a moment, then suddenly stood on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his.
He couldn't imagine the sheer influence this man named Zane Lennox had on her.
Hearing his words, Nancy had shot her head up. "I like you more."
"Are you sure?"
Nancy nodded repeatedly. As she was nodding, the man's kiss came down on her, nibbling her lips. "Remember, you were the one who let me kiss you first."
Her eyes flew wide, and she stared dumbly at Dylan Heston. He smiled. "Why haven't you closed your eyes?"
Nancy's mind was slow to react. She obediently listened and closed her eyes.
