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with slow, sensual strokes. “What about you?” He gave her the once-over, then turned and waggled his eyebrows at her in the mirror. “Have you shaved? Wouldn’t do for you to meet up with your new in-laws if you’re needing a comb and rake to tame the hair on your legs.”
    Not about to let him intimidate her with his accidental bumping, Greta stubbornly stood her ground. He knew she’d shaved her legs—he’d playfully squeezed her bare knee during the drive home from their elopement. “You know I did, dear.”
    â€œLet me see?” Shane leaned down and before she could do more than gasp her outrage dragged a fingerful of shaving cream from her knee up her thigh. “That’s right.” He blew off the tip of his finger the way one
would blow off the end of a smoking gun. His smile was slow and ready. “You sure have.”
    Trying not to think about the way her leg was tingling from his touch or the fact she still couldn’t get out of the tiny bathroom without first climbing over him—a feat she was sure he’d just love and waste no time in taking great advantage of—Greta folded her arms in front of her. “You’re a laugh a minute, you know that?” she said sarcastically.
    â€œAnd you, Greta darlin’, are completely humorless this morning.” Eyes darkening to a pewter-gray, Shane turned back to the mirror and began shaving the underside of his jaw with long, clean strokes. “What happened?” His eyes were abruptly serious as they met hers in the mirror. “Get up on the wrong side of the bed?”
    Beneath the teasing words was a matter-of-fact prompting for an explanation.
    Greta knew he deserved an answer if they wanted to have a prayer of pulling this off. And now that she had invested so much in it, she did. She wouldn’t be able to bear it if this escapade of theirs ended up with her parents thinking she needed more help than ever living her life.
    Greta frowned. “I woke up thinking clearly, that’s all.”
    Shane continued shaving. “And...?”
    â€œAnd I’m not so sure this was a good idea.” It was going to take an enormous amount of finesse and teamwork to pull it off. Thus far Shane had proved to be a cowboy who called his own shots and kept very much to his own solo trails.
    Finished with the underside of his jaw, Shane rinsed his blade and started on the side of his face. “Just wait
till you see our parents’ faces,” he told her, confidence exuding from his every pore.
    Greta mentally pictured just that and felt her mood plummet even farther. “Exactly what I’m afraid of. They’re going to be mortified when we tell them what we’ve done.”
    Shane shrugged, his expression grim. “So much the better, wouldn’t you say,” he queried in a low, surprisingly serious voice, “after the prank they played on us last night that landed us in the same bed?”
    Greta thought about what it had been like to lie beneath a very naked, very virile Shane. It didn’t matter how they had gotten there. Or why they had started to kiss the way they had. As long as she lived she would never forget his sexy kisses or the way his body felt pressed against hers. As long as she lived she would wish they had been able to take it all the way to fruition. But that wasn’t the case now, nor would it ever be. Because she didn’t make love with someone casually. Nor would she ever. For her making love was a commitment; not necessarily so for Shane. Hence, it was unlikely, despite their steamy start, they’d ever go all the way. And like it or not, she was going to have to live with that disappointment the rest of her life. “You’re right,” Greta replied with a sigh. “That was low of our mothers.”
    â€œExactly.” Finished shaving, Shane wiped his face and playfully tapped the end of her nose. “Now you get