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they’d argued, she’d felt a flare of something that was a whole lot more than security.
    She couldn’t exactly put a name to it. But it was strongenough, that when Wesley had showed up, he’d seemed bland by comparison.
    She spat the toothpaste into the sink and rinsed her mouth. As she replaced the toothbrush in the charger, she paused, gazing at herself in the mirror.
    Attraction, she admitted, glancing at the door that led from the opposite side of the bathroom into the guest room where Alec was sleeping.
    She was attracted to him.
    She wanted it to be Wesley, but it was Alec.
    She gritted her clean teeth, dragged a comb through her curls, braided them tight and snagged an elastic before heading back into her bedroom.
    The window was wide, a cool breeze sliding down from the craggy peaks, while the horses blew and snorted in the fields below. Thoughts still on Alec, roving further into forbidden territory, she dropped her robe onto a chair and climbed between the crisp sheets. Her laundry was still behind, and she was prickly warm, so she’d gone with panties and an old tank top, soft as butter against her skin.
    She closed her eyes, but nothing happened.
    Well, nothing except an image of Alec appearing behind her eyelids.
    When he first showed up, he was just a good-looking city guy. There were plenty of those in magazines and on television. And she’d never been particularly attracted to men based on looks alone.
    But now she knew his business clothes masked solid muscles. Worse, she’d learned he had a quick mind and a whole lot of courage. And he’d likely saved her life—which was probably a classic aphrodisiac.
    Whatever the cause, she could tell she wasn’t getting to sleep anytime soon.
    She tossed off her comforter, letting the breeze cool her skin, staring out at the three-quarter moon, trying not to think about Alec in the next room. So close.
    No. Not so close. So far.
    It was fine for her to lay here and fantasize, she told herself. It was perfectly normal and perfectly natural. In real life, it needed to be Wesley, but here in the dark of night…
    She flipped onto her stomach. Then she fluffed her pillow and searched for a comfortable position.
    She couldn’t find one. She flipped back again, reaching for the water glass on her bedside table. It was empty.
    Sighing in frustration, she clambered from the bed and crossed the carpet to the bathroom. Opening the door, she flicked on the light.
    That exact moment, the door from Alec’s room swung open. They both froze under the revealing glare, staring at each other in shock. Her hormones burst to instant attention, and she nearly dropped the glass.
    Alec’s chest was bare, the top button of his slacks undone. His hair was mussed, and his chin showed the shadow of a beard. As she’d guessed from his embrace, his shoulders were wide, his biceps bulged, and the pecs on his deep chest all but rippled under the light.
    His gaze flicked down her body, stopping at her panties, and tension flicked in the corners of his mouth. “Is that from today?”
    Her heart pushed hard against her ribs, knowing the skimpy outfit was very revealing.
    “Did I hurt you? ” he demanded.
    And then she realized he wasn’t salivating over herbare legs, her skimpy top or the high-cut panties. His gaze had zeroed in on the bruise from where she’d fallen off Rosie-Jo.
    She couldn’t decide whether to feel relieved or disappointed. “It wasn’t you,” she assured him. “I fell off my horse.”
    He took a step forward. “Have you seen a doctor?”
    “It’s just a bruise.”
    “It looks deep. Do you need some ice?”
    I’m standing here nearly naked. “No.”
    He moved closer still, and a hitch tightened in a band around her chest, while her hormones raced strategically around her body.
    “It’ll take the swelling down,” he went on. “I can run to the kitchen and—”
    “Alec!”
    “What?”
    “I’m standing here in my underwear.”
    He blinked.