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transmitted through the lush fabric.
    She slipped her shoes off, and put them on the floor. When she looked up, the fire was already lit and blazing.
    “How did you do that? It takes me half an hour to get a fire going.” Sometimes even the fake logs sputtered out in her tiny apartment fireplace.
    Amado shrugged. “Good kindling. Old wine barrels are the best.” He smiled. “And we have a steady supply.”
    Without a word of warning, he picked up her left foot and began to massage the sole with his broad thumb.
    Susannah’s mouth fell open.
    Sometimes she was ticklish, but right now she had no urge to laugh. The penetrating motions of his thumb and fingers sent sensations ricocheting through her foot, up her leg and all over her body.
    She should protest. This was far too intimate. But no words came to her mouth, and Amado just went about the task as if it was a service he provided to all his guests.
    He knelt at her feet. His dark hair hung in his eyes and she couldn’t make out his expression. All she could see was the subtle movement of muscles in his bronzed forearms and powerful hands as he worked the day’s tension—heck, the entire year’s tension—out of her muscles with a deft, firm touch.
    A long exhale escaped her.
    “Ahh.” Amado smiled as he looked up. His hands didn’t even pause in their expert massage. “Now you’re starting to relax.”
    His fingers worked their way up her instep and over her heel. Thank goodness she’d worn smart silk panty hose.
    “You take good care of your feet.” Her sole buzzed deliciously as he went to work on the second foot. “They’re strong and healthy.”
    Susannah laughed. “They’d better be with all I put them through.”
    “Tomorrow, we’ll walk in the vineyards. You can stay tomorrow, can’t you?” The sudden concern in his eyes tugged at something inside her. Why did he care if she stayed or went?
    “I’ll be here. I can’t go home without your DNA. I could get fired.”
    Amado frowned and his fingers stopped their vigorous and soothing movements. “You’ll get fired by the guy who’s supposed to be my father? What kind of man is this?”
    “A demanding one.” She tried not to pay attention to the way he cradled her foot in his hands. “He expects the best from all his employees.”
    “Surely he can’t fire you for something I’ve done, or rather, refused to do?”
    “Believe me, he can. He’d see it as firing me for my failure to execute.”
    Amado looked thoughtful. Then he bent his head and resumed his precise massage. Susannah tried not to wriggle on the sofa as he nailed one pressure point after another, creating sensations of deep relaxation and startling pleasure.
    She allowed herself to sink back into the cushions. To let go.
    A night in Amado’s bed in exchange for the DNA sample.
    Her skin tingled at the prospect of those magic hands roaming...all over it. She suppressed a shiver of anticipation.
    She was sure he’d keep the bargain. There was something old-world about him. He positively reeked of honor and integrity.
    And sensuality. Their eyes met. Desire darkened his eyes and a spark of...something leaped between them.
    Amado settled her feet gently on the ground. He rose and crossed the room.
    She exhaled with relief as his intense and dangerously handsome presence receded into the shadows.
    Spend the night in my bed.
    His words from earlier—spoken half in jest, no doubt—seemed to hover in the air, thickening it. The crackling fire echoed the heat building and snapping inside her.
    She hadn’t made love in a long time.
    Actually—not to put too fine a point on it—she hadn’t made love ever. She’d had sex, but not for, oh— Well, it was just plain embarrassing to think about how long it had been.
    She was busy.
    Always on the move.
    Was there something wrong with having a sensual fling with an interested male? People did it all the time.
    Her coworkers regaled their lurid exploits around the cappuccino