Better Than Chocolate Excerpt

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He reached over to a bowl that was on the floor next to the couch and he
offered it to her. “Chocolate?”
Kat looked at the chocolates and picked one out, smiling to herself. “I
have very good memories of these,” she murmured.
Van watched her with a soft smile on his sensual lips. “Want to share?”
She frowned. “My chocolate?”
He grinned. “No. Your memory.”
She looked away sadly and the deepest kind of sorrow welled up inside of
her. She felt tears sting her eyes and she swallowed. “It was a long time ago,” she
whispered.
He gave her a look of concern, as if wondering why the memory should
cause her such sadness. “Are you all right?”
She tried to mask her grief with a fake smile and nodded. “There’s
nothing better than chocolate,” she said, trying to change the subject.
He regarded her with an expression that was solemn, but exuded warmth.
It was one of those unnerving looks that made it seem like he was looking straight
into her soul. It made her squirm and her pulse accelerate in a way that was
extremely abnormal for her.
“Some things are,” he said, his eyes holding hers.
Kat’s heart lurched and she felt sick to her stomach. She looked away
and pretended to be interested in a thread on the couch.
“Van!” Lance cried. “Dude! This girl’s whipping us all! I’m gonna be naked
soon!”
Kat and Van both looked over to see Lance sitting only in his boxers and
one sock. Van laughed and Kat took the opportunity. She snapped her book
open again and pretended to read, sticking her nose further into it than she
needed to, trying to escape. She glanced at Van out of the corner of her eye. He
looked at her and smiled knowingly, then stood and went over to Lance. She let
out a relieved sigh and didn’t move for the rest of the trip. She had never been so
happy to see a hotel in all her life.
Hank helped Rochelle and Kat with their luggage and got them checked
in. Kat listened to Rochelle go on and on and on about Lance’s chest, Lance’s
torso, Lance’s tattooed arms and rippling biceps, etc., etc., etc. as she put her
pajamas on, glad to be in her own room and away from Van. Though she had
refused to show any sign of life for the last leg of the journey, she noticed his
continued quiet watching of her. He kept to himself, but she could feel his eyes
burning into her. It had been the longest ride of her life.
“So I saw you talking to Van,” Rochelle said.
Kat sighed as she set her suitcase inside the closet. “Yeah.”
“What did you talk about? Did he hit on you?”
Kat rolled her eyes. “No, we talked about work and he gave me a
chocolate. Big whoop. I’m gonna go find the ice machine.” She left the room and
wandered through the halls for awhile, trying to regain her usual composure. Van
had rattled her much more than she would have liked. She was always in control,
always cool and collected and reserved, but he had made her feel completely
neurotic. The things he had said…. The way he had looked at her…. It was
freaky. He made her remember things she had tried to forget a long time ago.
Things that still hurt like they had happened yesterday.
She paced restlessly for a while longer, until she felt like she had control
over herself again, then meandered back to the room, never actually having
located the ice machine. She stopped in the doorway and frowned when she saw
a folded piece of paper on the floor. She picked it up and stared at it for a
moment. Her name was written on the outside of it. She felt instant dread. This
was something else that was going to freak her out. She could feel it. She opened
it reluctantly.

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