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door as
she spoke. “But you two care about each other more. What we had has
been fun, but I don’t want to get in the way of what you guys have
together.”
    She reached the doorway. “I’ve seen the way you’ve
been looking at each other lately. Like you used to. I think you’re
ready to be together now.” And without so much as saying good-bye,
she ducked out, shutting the door with a soft click.
    Danny settled gentle hands on my shoulders, urging
me to face him. When I turned, climbing on the bed to do so, he was
so close I could feel his breath on my forehead. Almost in slow
motion, he reached down, grabbing my hands between his own and
holding them to his chest. Then he speared me with an expression so
intense, I had to look away. Keeping my eyes averted, I visually
traced the stitch lines in the quilt beneath us.
    “Six months ago, I thought I’d lost you forever.
I’ll admit, I called Stacey the night you left me because I was
angry. Angry and vulnerable and determined to prove to myself that
I could be what you wanted.” His words were quiet, but I felt them
to my core.
    Pulling my hands away, still without looking at him,
I asked the question weighing on my mind. “Why did you wait ’til
after I asked for a divorce?”
    “I guess I hadn’t really thought it would come to
that.” He sounded as broken as I felt just then.
    Finally meeting his gaze, I was surprised to see
tears glistening in his soulful brown eyes. I suddenly had the urge
to comfort him, and almost before I realized what I was doing, I’d
reached up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek.
    He sighed and swiped at his other eye. “I can be
what you need Paige. I can. What I can’t do is get over you; it’s
why I’ve stuck around all these months.
    Anger sparked inside me. “I thought you stayed
because you were into Stacey. Isn’t that why you’ve been sleeping
with her all this time?”
    “Sleeping with her? No, I haven’t!” He seemed
genuinely astonished.
    Had I been wrong? Was he not involved with Stacey?
“But you live with her...”
    He gave a quiet sardonic laugh. “I use her shower,
sleep on her couch sometimes, but mostly I’ve just been staying at
my office.”
    Office? “What happened to the hospital?”
    He must have realized I was softening toward him
because he started closing the distance between us until he was
hovering over me, so close I had to lean back to look up into his
eyes. Candlelight reflected in them. “I quit the hospital, joined a
practice.”
    Awesome. Yet another thing I’d wanted him to do
while we were together. He seemed to be watching me, gauging my
reaction. But I didn’t react.
    Several slow minutes passed. Then he pressed toward
me, pushing my body with his own until I was lying flat. I wasn’t
sure why I let him; it just never occurred to me to stop him.
    “I’ve had a lot of time to think about things,” he
whispered against my ear. “To work on things.”
    I felt something against my wrist a split second
before I heard what sounded like Velcro sealing. Danny held my gaze
as he pushed my sleeve up, sliding sensual fingers toward my elbow,
away from the wrist he’d just cuffed to the bed.
    His eyes were challenging me to struggle, to fight
against him as he reached for my other hand. I didn’t move, not
when he wrapped the nylon cuff around my arm, and not when he slid
the strap into place.
    Danny was handling me like he expected me to try to
flee, but I was so wet, so turned on imagining what he might do
next, I wouldn’t have dreamed of running.
    When he’d finished restraining my arms, he moved to
kneel over me, one leg on either side of my hips. “I love how you
look in my sweatshirts.” His voice was scratchy and raw as he
leaned over me, reaching for something at the bedside table. After
rustling around in the drawer there, he sat back up, brandishing a
shiny pair of scissors. “But more than that, I love how you look
naked.” Danny clipped at the hem, then abandoned