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This wasn’t real, she recognised achingly as she stared down at him in the moonlight. This madness with Rafe, the two of them being intimate like this, it wasn’t real. It never had been.

Not eight years ago. And not now either.

“Cairo…?” Rafe questioned huskily, as he obviously felt her withdrawal.

This wasn’t real, she told herself again as she began to tremble in reaction. She shook her head. “We can’t ever do this again, Rafe.” Her voice broke emotionally.

“Why the hell not?” He rasped his disappointment.

“I— We just can’t!” Cairo cried, not even knowing how she was going to escape from this with dignity.

Minutes ago she had been in ecstasy, totally lost to reason, but now she could see this for exactly what it was. A purely physical attraction—at least on Rafe’s part. Cairo was very much afraid that for her—as it had been eight years ago—it was something totally different.

She stared at Rafe, at his dark beauty, her eyes widening with horror as she realised that despite everything she was still in love with him.

Had she ever really stopped loving him?