The big deal was the fact that, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d experienced sex as good as what had just taken place in this room, and it scared him because it had been so unexpected. There’d been this crazy innocence about her that had excited him beyond belief. She’d been wild and sweet, and just thinking about that curvy body of hers was making him hard again.

He kicked away the bra she had tossed at him and stalked over to the minibar, where he pulled out a bottle of beer. As he twisted off the cap, he acknowledged the real reason he’d acted so badly. It was because he’d felt guilty. From the time he’d seen Phoebe kissing Bobby Tom in the bar to the moment that beautiful blonde had shown him the stars in a million different colors, he’d forgotten all about Sharon Anderson.

Dammit! He’d told himself he wasn’t going to do this kind of thing any more. He hadn’t been with another woman since he’d met Valerie, and that had been almost five years ago. The first time should have been with Sharon, not with Phoebe. Now, when he and Sharon finally climbed into bed, that sweet little nursery school lady was going to be competing in his mind with a seasoned sexual tri-athlete.

Even so, he shouldn’t have kicked Phoebe out like that. Guilt gnawed at him. Despite all her character defects, he couldn’t help liking her, and he was almost certain he’d hurt her feelings, although she had so much sass, it was hard to know for sure. Damn, that woman had made him crazy from the first time they’d met. If he weren’t careful, his lust for her would completely screw up his budding relationship with Sharon.

Right then he made a promise. No matter what he had to do, he wasn’t going to let that gorgeous sex bomb sink her claws into him any deeper than she already had. Maybe he owed her an apology, but that was it. From now on, he was a one-woman man.

Phoebe was mad as hell as she got ready to go onto the field for the first quarter of the Stars-Sabers game. Jerk! Idiot! Moron! She stood at the mouth of the tunnel and called herself every name in the book. Of all the brainless, self-destructive, idiotic things she could have done, this one took the cake.

She still felt woozy from her crying jag last night. Sometime around four in the morning, she had finally taken a long, painful look inside herself and realized there was only one explanation for the depth of hurt she was feeling. She was letting herself fall in love with Dan Calebow.