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staircase.
    As he followed her up, he was damn lucky he didn’t trip and fall back down the stairs. The ceiling was so close to his head, he felt he had to hunch. Which meant he was staring right at her ass.
    She had a great ass. Hell, she had a great body. Even a step above him she was shorter, but she packed a lot of curves into so little real estate.
    By the time they reached the second floor, the erection he thought he’d controlled returned with a vengeance. Luckily, she didn’t turn to look at him but continued across the room.
    It took him a second to notice his surroundings, but when he did, the sight made him stop and gape. Moonlight poured in through the two solid walls of windows, illuminating the room.
    Lucy flicked a switch on the wall, and the faint light from recessed fixtures in the ceiling made the other two pale gray walls shimmer with the opalescent sheen of mother-of-pearl. Nothing hung on the walls, no art, no photos. Thick crown molding that reminded him of waves was the only decoration.
    In the center of the room, six chaise lounges upholstered in a pale gray material formed a loose circle. In the center of the circle sat a pair of low, bleached wood tables elaborately carved with trees and flowers and animals.
    No, not animals. Wolves. Howling with their snouts pointed upward or running, long and sleek. Beautiful.
    Lucy moved to stand before a huge, ornately decorated buffet that matched the tables. Opening the doors on the front of the piece, she pulled out an old-fashioned bottle of Coke and twisted the metal cap off.
    He watched as she lifted the bottle to her mouth, then followed the line of her throat. He drew closer without realizing he’d done it and, when she turned, he was only inches away.
    Not startled at all, she smiled into his eyes. He was damn lucky he didn’t drop the heavy crystal glass in his own hand. That look fried the synapses between his brain and his mouth, rendering him mute. And really, what did he have to say? Probably would’ve embarrassed himself, anyway.
    So he took a sip of his drink and let her lead him back to the chaises. She sat on one, lifting her legs and draping her body on the thing like she was setting up for a photo op. He would have thought she was trying to pose for him, but she looked completely comfortable, as if this was how she sat all the time. And considering it was her house, she probably did.
    He debated sitting next to her, but she hadn’t asked, and his mother hadn’t raised a fool. He took the chaise opposite so he could stare at her.
    And damn, she made terrific eye candy.
    But they couldn’t just sit there and stare at each other all night. “You’ve really got a great voice.”
    She smiled. “I’ve been singing for… more years than I care to admit. I’m fortunate enough to be able to indulge myself at the bar.”
    â€œYou never wanted to make a career of it? ’Cause you certainly have the talent.”
    â€œThank you, Brandon, but no, that path wasn’t in the cards for me. I enjoy singing but I can’t give it my full attention. The bar takes up much of my time.”
    He got the sense there was more to the story. “Just the bar? No family?” He didn’t ask about another man.
    Her pale gaze grew intense. “Many good friends. But no mate or lover at the moment.”
    His brain stumbled over her use of the word mate instead of husband but his body only recognized the fact that no man had a claim on her. It was all he needed to hear. Leaning forward, he set his glass on the table in front of him and stood. She tilted her head back, her gaze following his every move as she, too, set her glass aside. He watched her draw in a deep breath, her lips parting as if she was having trouble getting enough air.
    Good. He was having a damn hard time breathing through the lust. He hoped like hell she was having the same reaction to him.
    When he reached for her, she