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mattress and flung her towel across the room. “Guess you’ll have to hide out in here.”
     
    “Morning.”
    Kit’s eyes flew open in horror at the sound of Jake’s sexy, sleep-roughened voice in her ear.
    How could she have possibly stayed the entire night in his room?
    First rule of casual sex, never sleep over. It implied a certain level of intimacy and always resulted in an awkward morning after. Not that she hadn’t tried to leave. After their second round, Jake had done what any normal man does after climax and had rolled over and started snoring. She’d even waited a good ten minutes to make sure he was really out.
    But the second her feet hit the floor his hand had closed around her wrist. “Where do you think you’re going?” he’d asked. “I’m not done with you yet.”
    And he’d tucked her underneath him and slid inside her as though he hadn’t already come twice in the space of two hours.
    Afterward, she’d been so exhausted, like an idiot she’d rolled over and fallen asleep.
    God, she hoped she hadn’t snored or drooled. Nothing like the harsh light of day to take the polish off a lover. She risked a look over her shoulder.
    Of course, Jake would look perfect. Instead of looking like a sleepy slob, he looked gorgeous with his dark hair sticking straight up and beard stubble darkening his jaw. Sexy and relaxed in way that made a girl dream of long Sunday mornings spent cuddling and making love and pretending that the rest of the world didn’t exist.
    The moronic, naïve, seventeen-year-old that lurked inside her was making her presence known. Making love? As if! She needed to get the heck out of there.
    “Mmm, don’t leave,” he cajoled, rubbing a very impressive—and tempting—morning erection against the inner curve of her thigh. She glanced at the clock, relief mingling with disappointment as she remembered the spa treatments the girls had scheduled for today.
    “Gotta go,” she said briskly, forcing herself from the all too cozy bed and scrambling into her clothes. “We have spa appointments, and besides”—she tossed him a naughty glance over one shoulder—“I’m sore.”
    His green eyes sparked with wicked heat. “Sure you don’t want me to kiss it and make it better?”
    While the idiot seventeen-year-old inside Kit pleaded with her to stay, the Kit who was older and knew better waved him off and got out of the room while she still could.
     
    Monday morning, Kit woke up and cursed, finding herself in the same place she’d been yesterday morning: Jake’s bed.
    Dammit.
    No matter how hard she fought it, she hadn’t been able to keep herself from falling asleep burrowed up against his oversize chest and sleeping like a dead woman all the way through to morning. This morning she hadn’t even noticed when he got up. But he must have been up for a while since his side of the bed was cold. Thank God for small favors. She didn’t think she could fake immunity from his sexy morning-after self just now.
    Yesterday after the women had returned from getting buffed, oiled, and polished within an inch of their lives, she’d been determined to keep a little distance. The last thing she wanted was to start acting all couple-y and give everyone the wrong impression.
    Yet somehow she’d spent the evening glued to his side before they retired shortly after dinner.
    She sighed and rolled over, silently reprimanding herself for once again falling prey to Jake Donovan’s considerable charms. And despite Kit’s attempts to stifle her with neglect and copious amounts of alcohol, that ridiculous teenage girl who had so foolishly imagined herself in love with Jake so many years ago kept clamoring for attention. Going on and on about how this had to be fate, bringing them together like this, her agenda fueled by Jake’s constant attention and considerable sexual skill. Look at the way he stares at you when he thinks you’re not looking , teenage-idiot Kit crowed. Listen to the way he