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take away the tray. “You’re sleepy,” she said. “You need to rest.”
    With the view of her pretty breasts pushing against the clinging fabric of her shirt in his sight lines, he didn’t think there was a chance in hell he’d be resting anytime soon. Sleep would be out of the questionunless it was to dream about kissing her mouth, cupping those breasts and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples to bring them from soft blossom to tight buds.
    In Las Vegas, she’d danced so close to him he’d felt the hard little berries brush against his shirt front and had barely stopped himself from hauling her, he-man style, over his shoulder and into his hotel room. After their marriage, though, she’d run off before they’d had a chance to share in any connubial bliss. No wonder she was still stirring up his libido, now that he was so close to her—and lying in a bed. Lucky he was temporarily incapacitated.
    Though, hell, was he? What did a man need to make love? Not his ankle or his foot, anyway. And obviously, he thought, shifting on his mattress, the most relevant portion of him was working just fine.
    Shifting again, he watched her walk toward the door with the tray. Did Izzy know about that cute little sway of her behind?
    â€œWhy did you offer to do this?” he suddenly asked. He knew why he’d taken her up on it. If he lost sight of her again, who knew how long it might be before he could track her down in order to end their farce of a marriage? And more, he wanted a chance to dissect exactly why they’d followed Will and Emily’s crazy idea and gotten married five minutes after their friends. He hoped that by breaking down that decision, the attraction he’d felt for the woman wouldn’t have a chance to ever come together again.
    She shrugged. “Would you accept it seemed like a good idea at the time?”
    Like his notion that bringing her into his everyday life would prove there was nothing left of the attraction he’d felt for her in the land of lust and lost wages, he thought. They said whatever happened in Vegas was supposed to stay in Vegas, after all.
    His gaze tracked the sensual roll of her hips as she kept on walking, and the sexiness of it gave another undeniable tug to his libido. Which just went to prove there was no damn truth in advertising.

Chapter Three
    O wen ignored his mother’s long-suffering sigh and watched Izzy enter the master bedroom carrying yet another tray—this one bearing two glasses of white wine for the women and two bottles of handcrafted beer for Owen and his dad. He hadn’t taken any meds since yesterday, so Owen figured he could enjoy a good brew.
    His mom shot him a disgruntled look and turned her attention to the younger woman. “Isabella,” she said, “your new husband’s being very close-mouthed about your wedding. Please tell me a detail or two.”
    â€œWell…” Izzy bent to put the tray onto the narrow coffee table in the room’s sitting area.
    There was a couch, an easy chair that he was sitting on and an ottoman that was being used to prop up his lower legs, as well as a second matching chair, all gathered around a fireplace. Owen’s dad had busied himself setting a small fire inside it when he’d first arrived. Now that he’d helped Owen in and out of a shower—thank you, plastic stool and a waterproof covering for his cast—his father kneeled to light the kindling and logs. As the autumn dusk settled outside, the reflection of the flames provided a camouflage for the blush Owen suspected was warming Izzy’s cheeks.
    â€œOur wedding?” Izzy repeated. “I, um…”
    June Marston took the wineglass the younger woman handed over and returned an easy smile. “At least tell me about your dress.”
    Izzy shot Owen a look. Oh, yeah. Her dress. While like every other man he knew he wasn’t particularly style-conscious,