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his answer. He
watched her until she was out of sight and then he heaved himself out of bed
and headed for her shower.
     
    Fiona needed to distance herself from him for a few minutes.
She liked all of this a little too much and she didn’t want to set her heart up
for pain. Even if he didn’t mean to he would cause her hurt if she let him get
too close.
    Leaving the sexy man in her bedroom, she went down to make
them some breakfast. Taking out a skillet, she fried some bacon and then
started some eggs. The smell of the food made her realize how hungry she was as
well.
    Deciding to make toast too, she flitted about the kitchen
getting dishes out and minding the stove. If things were out of reach she
didn’t stop to think about holding out her hand and the spatula floating across
the room to land in it. She was too caught up in the memories of last night.
    But it all came rushing back when she heard the shocked,
“What the fuck?” behind her. She whirled around and saw the confusion on
Trent’s face. He was still damp from the shower and was wearing nothing but his
jeans. Taking a deep breath and turning back to the stove, she tried to stay
calm and act as if nothing had happened, even if her heart felt as though it
were going to pound out of her chest.
    “Fiona?” She didn’t turn at the question in his voice. She
felt him come closer and she moved to slide eggs and bacon onto plates. Turning
to hand him one, she kept her gaze averted. She didn’t want to see the
questions swirling in his eyes that she couldn’t answer.
    “Here you go, eat up before it gets cold.” She went to the
breakfast nook beside the windows and sat, taking a bite of her food,
struggling to act normal when really she was so nervous her insides were
shaking. This was exactly why she used the spell.
    He stood for a moment and she could feel his intent stare.
He suddenly seemed to come to a decision and sat down across from her. She felt
his eyes on her and when he finally picked up his fork to eat she breathed a
sigh of relief. She was hoping he would just let it go. Most would and she
mentally kicked herself for not being more careful.
    He finished his food and pushed his plate away. “So are you
going to tell me about your little kitchen trick?” Damn, she really didn’t want
to talk about this and she suddenly had a hard lump in her throat.
    She knew what she had to do. She had done it before but it
didn’t hurt any less.
    “I’m not sure what you are talking about,” she told him but
he remained quiet. “Unfortunately I don’t think our little tryst can go any
further than last night,” she blurted out.
    He still just sat there quietly, his intense gaze searching
her face for something she hoped he would never find.
    “Look, I can see that you aren’t used to letting people get
close but I want an explanation,” he demanded.
    “What makes you think I owe you anything? My business is
just that, my business. I think it’s time that you left.” Keeping her voice
even around the lump that was clogging it was a challenge but she thought she
did okay. She blinked rapidly to keep the tears at bay. What was wrong with
her? Almost blubbering all over herself after one night with a man? It must be
getting on to that time of the month.
    She braced herself for the anger he would surely release but
it never came. He stared at her carefully for a few more seconds and then rose
from the table. Heading for the door, he picked up his rumpled t-shirt that was
still lying there from the night before. Slipping his feet into his boots and
not bothering to tie them up, he reached for the handle.
    She saw him hesitate and then turn back to her. “I thought that
I had been leading a lonely life by not letting my emotions get involved but
you have me beat by a long shot.” With that puzzling comment he closed the door
behind him and walked out of her life. She told herself it was better this way,
that he had seen too much, but the tears flowed