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Patrick looked down at his bare left hand, absently stroking the place where his wedding band, gone for almost three years now, had sat. ‘Not any more.’

Miranda, conscious of the occasional brush of his arm and the heat radiating from his thigh to hers, almost sagged against him in relief. She might not be experienced at picking up men in bars, and it certainly hadn’t been her intent when she came to the symposium, but she was pretty sure there was an undercurrent between them.

An undercurrent she probably would never have explored under normal circumstances. But Lola was at a sleepover and, thanks to the generosity of her grandmother, she was staying the night at a swanky hotel.

And she was extraordinarily attracted to Patrick Costello. And, if she wasn’t very much mistaken, the feeling was mutual.

This wasn’t some seventeen-year-old girl crush. This was all grown-up. And she wanted it. Her pulse tripped at the thought of doing something a little reckless for a change.

She drained the remnants of her glass. Maybe she could have one crazy night?

‘Would you like another wine?’ he asked.

Miranda met his gaze, felt it rove over her face and settle on her mouth. She’d been a single mother since she was seventeen. She wasn’t up on the rules of this situation. But the part of her that was female, that responded to his maleness, knew that another wine implied so much more than just a second glass.

If she was sensible she’d walk away right now.

But she was so tired of always being sensible.

She lifted her chin and looked straight into his golden-brown eyes. ‘Yes, please.’