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They banged through the door, locked in each other’s arms, mouths hungrily mating. Consumed with desire, Conner nearly took her right there, where he’d pinned her against the open door of his apartment. But common sense, just barely, prevailed, and he dragged his keys from the lock and stepped back. Then he lifted her curvy body in his arms and kicked the door closed behind them.

Her chest rose and fell as she panted for breath, her nipples taut against the black satin. He couldn’t wait to get his mouth on them—to taste her…everywhere.

But then a voice, not hers, drew him from the fog of desire. “America’s sweetheart, movie star Miranda Hamilton, was only twenty-five when she disappeared.”

Conner tensed and glanced around what he’d thought to be his empty apartment. “What the hell—”

“Your television,” Brandi murmured as she arched in his arms and slid her lips along his jaw. “You left your television on.”

No, he hadn’t. He had damn near thrown the remote through the plasma screen when this documentary had begun earlier this evening because the documentary was about her. Even after he’d shut off the TV, he hadn’t been able to escape his thoughts of her. But he couldn’t blame those thoughts on the television program. If it hadn’t aired, he still would have been thinking of Miranda Hamilton tonight…on the anniversary of her death. He had been crazy to think he could forget her…even with Brandi.