I mustn’t lose it. It had been two days ago since the disastrous dressing room incident but she still wanted to scream, pull her hair out of her chignon, and stomp her sensible pumps on the floor. Get a grip. “Is something the matter, Lexie?” The deep, cultured tones of the Duke of Blackmoore penetrated the obsessive thoughts that were running through her mind. He paused from cutting his filet mignon to glance askance at her. They didn’t use any protection. If only it was the sex. Lexie quite forgot to protect her heart, too. Oh, God. Julian had rung her a few hours before and asked her to have dinner with him. The last thing Lexie wanted was to go out tonight with the Duke, but she was so surprised to learn he was also in L.A. that she had agreed before she had thought about it. She wondered why he had wanted to see her and hoped he wasn’t going to bring up something she didn’t feel ready to discuss yet.
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