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of her mouth turned up
when she thought about the pink, satin sheets she would give him.
Then another thought entered her head. “Do you have something to
wear to bed?” She had a pretty, feminine robe hanging on the back
of the bathroom door.
    “I usually sleep in the nude.”
    Even better. His response didn’t surprise
her, though. Once again Chaz was right behind her, so close that
she had no doubt he’d run right over if she were to stop short. “I
can take care of that, too. Just in case you have to go to the
bathroom in the middle of the night.”
    She decided that the only way she was going
to be able to put up with his arrogant presence was to avoid him as
much as possible. In fact, she had a good mind to sneak out in the
middle of the night and show him and her father that she was her
own woman. I can take care of myself, and always have.
    For some reason, Hal Cramer came to mind.
Val was thankful that he didn’t know what she looked like. She’d
known the importance of remaining out of sight when she’d seen the
hit go down, sticking around to tell the responding officers what
she’d seen, and then later picking Hal out of a line-up. The other
woman had done the same thing. The most Hal would be told was that
there’d been witnesses. Of course, she knew with his father’s
connections and his uncle being the mayor, he would be able to find
out who they were easily enough. Val could only pray the officers
kept her identity a secret.
    She flipped on the light switch right inside
her bedroom doorway and gritted her teeth. This lighting was even
cozier than the living room. The warm mood screamed intimacy and
seemed to emphasize the large bed. It was too much to hope that
Chaz wouldn’t comment about it.
    “I see you’re prepared in here, too.”
    “I leave nothing to chance,” Val responded,
heading for her walk-in closet. She reached for a stack of linen
and an extra pillow from the top shelf. When she turned back, Chaz
was in the threshold, his arms crossed and his brow arched. “Here.”
She practically threw it at him.
    He accepted the pink linen with a cocky
grin. “My favorite color.”
    Yeah right! She bit her tongue to keep from
giving in to his somewhat playful, unexpected mood. What’s he up
to? “I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to wear to bed, but
if you need a robe there’s one behind the bathroom door.”
    “Is it pink satin, too?” His tone was laced
with humor, and the glimmer in his eyes caught Val’s attention.
    It suddenly occurred to her that it wouldn’t
take much for him to get her into bed. He was too damned sexy. She
knew the importance of keeping that thought to herself.
Ex-womanizer or not, if Chaz guessed what she was thinking he
wouldn’t hesitate to put the moves on her, and she was too weak to
resist him.
    Since he was blocking the doorway Vas was
forced to raise her gaze to his. Big mistake. A sense of humor in a
man had always appealed to her, and he wore his as if it was an
Olympic Medal. Proudly, standing there as big as Texas itself, so
sure of himself... and her.
    Why am I so captivated by him? Silly
question, Val. Be honest, the man gets my juices going. I’ve been
thinking about him for a month, wondering what it would be like
being possessed by him, even knowing what he was. Dang it! How much
more complicated can my life get?
    “It has pretty flowers all over it,” she
finally said, realizing he was still waiting for a response.
    He slowly shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t do
flowers.”
    “You do pink satin but you don’t do
flowers?” Val couldn’t believe they were having such an inane
conversation. But then, she’d started it. Her gaze ran over his
six-foot plus solid frame. “Funny, I can see you in flowers.”
    “Funny, I can see you naked.”
    Val frowned, trying but failing to ignore
how he made her feel. His gaze dropped lazily down her body,
pausing at all the places that even now were melting in response to
him. Her