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consider himself lucky.
    He glanced at the card with Cayenne’s address on it before he put it on his nightstand, turned out his lights, and closed his eyes again. Half an hour later, he rolled onto his side and reached for his cell phone.

Chapter Three
    “What the hell!”
    The angry words roused Cayenne from a sound sleep. She opened her eyes and bolted into a sitting position in bed. Sunlight streamed into her bedroom. Michael, fully dressed, stood in the doorway holding a vase of red roses in each hand.
    “Michael! It’s been ages since you’ve sent me roses!” She jumped out of bed and rushed across the room to link her arms around his neck. “Thank you!”
    He pulled away from her. “You’d be welcome—if they were from me. They’re not!” She blinked at him. “They’re not from you? Then who could…” She trailed off. Oh, hell, don’t let them be from him.
    Michael thrust them at her. “If you think I’m going to share you with him, think again, Cayenne!” She took the elaborate vases, sat them on her dresser top, and reached for the small card nestled among the roses. The card read:
    If the asshole doesn’t want you, give me a try, sweet.
    It was unsigned, but she knew, as Michael clearly did that the roses were from him . She allowed the card to fall among the roses, hoping her face displayed none of the pleasure she felt . Give me a try, sweet. Who could resist a man who kissed her fingers and made no secret of finding her attractive? During the brief time she’d spent with him, he hadn’t once looked away. He’d kept his gaze trained on her—as if she were the only woman there worth looking at.
    Michael crossed the room and picked up the card. His dark eyes held a fury she’d rarely seen when he looked at her. “Who the hell is he, Cayenne and am I going to have to kick his ass to keep him away from you?”
    “I told you, I don’t know him.”
    “Then how the hell did he get your address and why the fuck is he sending you red roses and saying he wants you if I don’t?”
    She suddenly had men problems. In addition to Rayna’s uncle demanding she not sleep with Michael, now she had Michael demanding to know why he’d sent her roses. They were both a pain in her ass. “I’m telling you for the last time that I don’t know him, Michael. And I don’t know why he sent those —if in fact he did send them.”
    “Come off it, Cay. We both know he sent those damned flowers.” He waved an angry hand. “Are you planning to see him again?”
    Give me a try, sweet. Seeing him again would be exciting. “No, I’m not.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “I’m positive.”
    “Good because you and I will have zero chance of getting back together if you’re planning to date him. Date anyone else you want, but not him.”
    She stared at him. “But you can fuck any woman you like?”
    “We’re not married anymore.”
    “That’s right. We’re not so I have just as much sexual freedom as you do.”
    “The hell you do!” He leveled a finger at her. “Make up your mind, Cay, which one of us you want because you sure as hell are not going to have us both.”
    “You can’t be serious.”
    “Oh, hell yeah. I am. You think about it and I’ll call you in a few days for your decision.” She compressed her lips. Damn him. “Are you going to look at the hinges on the kitchen cabinets and fix the leak in the bathroom faucet before you leave?”
    “I’ll do that the next time I’m here.”
    “You’ve been saying that for nearly a month.”
    “I’ll get to them when I have the time and inclination, Cay.” He gave her a long cool look before he turned and slammed the door on his way out.
    Cayenne sank down onto the side of the bed. Michael was the only man she’d ever loved and she felt desperate to win him back. At the same time, the thought of Rayna’s uncle intrigued her. Okay, he was probably a little nuts but he’d made her feel sexy, desirable, and pretty.
    Recalling the feel of his