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turned to face Ramona, who’d followed him, that luscious mouth of hers curved into a smile bordering on suggestive, he came to a firm decision.
    In the one-night stand and fling stakes, Ramona was off-limits. Period. When it came to acts of sexual gratification, he would seek female company from the town and the surrounding area. Rex just hoped they weren’t looking for anything other than a bit of fun and an orgasm because he wasn’t willing to give anything to a relationship that even hinted to a walk down the aisle.

Chapter 3
     
    The sun had yet to nudge the horizon when a bleary-eyed Ramona entered the kitchen and mechanically filled the kettle and switched it on. Despite it being her daily routine since… well, like forever, 5:30 was not morning but the middle of the frigging night!
    With a loud yawn, she filled a bowl with honey-coated cereal hoops, tossed in a handful of blueberries, drenched them with milk, and then slumped down in one of the chairs at the table. The almost wooden lifting of the spoon and subsequent munching coincided with the sounds of running water above her head.
    The day before had been odd. Odd in the sense that Rex had indeed satisfied her. He was, without doubt, a brilliant vet. She thought it funny, ironic even, that her attitude had changed in such a short space of time. At first, when Stephens had told her about Rex, hell would have frozen over before she wanted him for a partner. Watching him with the animals, though, his care and treatment of them, his affable manner with their owners, had made her realize if she’d been the one advertising for a new vet, not Stephens, and Rex had applied, she wouldn’t have thought twice about employing him.
    She remained steadfast on a couple of issues though.
    One. The house. While she was willing to let Rex have his share of the business, she didn’t want him involved in the plans for the house. He had to move out. The sooner, the better. Of course, the solution would be to buy Rex’s half. She was sure they could negotiate a suitable price, one that was agreeable for all for those involved.
    Two. Yes, okay, with his dreamy toffee-brown eyes, bulging biceps, and “how-many-legs-buckling-screaming-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-orgasms-do-you-want?” fingers, Rex was easily the hottest man she’d ever met before. She couldn’t deny they had chemistry worth exploring. Even so, that didn’t mean she was going to turn slushy, or that he would share her bed. Not that she’d ever been tempted with Stephens, but jumping a partner’s bones was not smart. “Screw up in the bedroom department and the business side is bound to follow” had always been her philosophy.
    So, while meeting Bud Watson was immaterial, but to reiterate issues one and two, and whether Rex sold out or not, “Operation Accommodating” was still on.
    And, of course, Ramona knew the best way to implicate that was out of surgery hours.
    The evening before, she’d surprised him, and if she were honest, herself, as well, with a vegetarian chili. She’d never cooked for a man before. Her father and brothers didn’t count. Then leaving him suitably relaxed in the armchair—she’d resisted the sudden urge to muss his hair as he’d absently neatened it with his fingers—his strong, straight nose buried in a science fiction novel she’d gone for a long, hot soak. But his happy mood hadn’t lasted long. It vanished the instant she’d told him the bathroom was free and he’d almost slipped on his smug ass.
    The kettle switched off and Ramona went over to the counter. Spooning coffee into a mug and adding the boiled water, she idly wondered how many more visits to a bathroom that had all the appearances of being hit by a bomb would make Rex move out.
    “Mornin’.”
    What normally took three mugs of coffee and a five-mile jog around Silver Creek Lake, located at the rear of her parents’ house, Rex, with his Southern drawl, achieved in one second flat. She’d been so busy