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unable to concentrate on much else.
    Flames of bashful heat filled her cheeks. Cara shook
her head abruptly, attempting to shrug off the notion, but her imagination was
unyielding.
    Why
am I thinking this? It’s ludicrous!
    While Mick was in the bathroom, Cara quickly got
changed. She laid her jeans and sweater over the chair and stepped into her
sweatpants and t-shirt. It would certainly be different, living in such close
quarters with him.
    She was already distracted, conjuring up the
possible visuals of Mick’s nakedness. The books in her backpack called, but
there wasn’t enough time. Men didn’t loiter in the bathroom like women. As this
thought was completed the bathroom door opened, force-feeding thoughts that’d
been running wild.
    A rolling cloud of steam spilled into the room. Cara
turned. Her eyes caught the bare flesh of Mick’s muscular back. His shoulder
blades shifted below his skin as he dried his head and proceeded to brush his
teeth. Black sweatpants hung on his hips. The tight ripples of his sleek
abdomen glittered with beads of residual moisture. His dark nipples were beaded
as if pimpled from the cold. Deep lines formed a V, accentuating the male lines
of his groin.
    That same sensation Cara felt before came rushing
back. Her stomach felt funny. Not quite queasy, but off balance. Mick’s eyes
darted back to hers, catching her gaze in a mirrored
image she wasn’t accustomed to seeing. Cara looked away and reached for the
remote, tossing it on his bed.
    Cara had brushed her teeth before Mick arrived with
the hot chocolate. She really should brush them again, but the thought of
standing that close to him and engaging in something so personal, side by side,
had her pulling the spread back and diving beneath the covers.
    A sleepy sigh expelled from her mouth. Cara wasn’t
sure what this rush of internal upheaval was that she felt burning in her
bones. It sometimes came with her erotic reading. The romantic scenarios seeped
into her parched body, fueling a need that was often left neglected. Cara had
only ever fed that need once.
    Masturbation was something that felt nice while
engaging, but left her feeling guilty and empty afterward.
    Light dimmed behind her lids. The rustling of sheets
filled the quiet room. Mick’s throaty voice filled the darkness.
    “Goodnight.”
    “Night.” Cara
felt her mouth curl into a smile, hugging the covers around her a bit tighter.
    ****
    Insomnia was becoming an issue. Mick couldn’t sleep.
Cara’s breaths echoed in his ears like an oscillating sea. Mick’s eyes battled
the darkness that draped over the room. A narrow strip of fluorescent light
pushed through the crack in the curtains, lighting up her lithe form beneath
the covers.
    Cara’s face was still. His eyes traveled over the
fine-boned structure of her face. She’d put her hair up. Gathered strands
stemmed from her ponytail, trailing down her back. How long should he continue
to wear this mask?
    Mick knew that Cara hadn’t bothered with any guys,
not that he knew of. His thoughts wandered, questioning if there was anything
he didn’t know. Is she a virgin? His
dick bucked inside his sweatpants. The notion of baptizing her with any type of
physical affection and contact had his balls pruning with a searing heat. Christ, I need another shower, a cold one.

 
    Chapter
Nine
     
    Cara heard the door click closed, the lock engaged. She
rolled over and stretched. While Mick was gone, she’d take a shower. As she got
out of bed, she saw his note on the small table.
    Cara,
Barry’s eatery is four blocks down on the right. Keep a watch out for a
large black-and-red sign—Barry’s Morning Joe. See  ya … Mick.
    He’d left her ten dollars for breakfast, though the
hotel provided a free continental breakfast.
    A shower was in order. After slathering herself with
soap and shampoo and carefully washing her suture line, Cara dried off and applied
a new dressing. The sutures looked good and her wound appeared