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monogamous relationships, he’s said. He hadn’t even curled his lip in disgust on the word monogamous like most men she knew did when they said it. Come to think of it, she’d never once heard anything in their small circle of mutual friends that he’d ever been anything but faithful to Amber.
    And the way he’d smiled when he’d said he wanted kids, well, it made her sigh wistfully, and she was not the kind of girl who sighed wistfully very often.
    She braced her hand on the wall and turned her face into the shower spray as the bottom dropped out of her stomach again. How many times had it done that since she’d stepped into the shop for her appointment yesterday? How many times had it done that in the weeks since she’d made her appointment, or during the hours she’d sat holding Jo’s hand, talking to him while he worked on her sister?
    “Stop being ridiculous,” she scolded herself, snatching up the bottle of shower gel and grabbing her scrubbie off its hook.
    She finished showering quickly, reluctant to wash his smell off of her skin, but not exactly wanting to advertise she was back on the old sex horse, especially not to her sister just yet. Not that Jo wasn’t going to know the second she saw her later that day.
    As she turned off the water and reached for a towel, she realized there was another smell in the air besides the coconut of her body wash—bacon.
    She looked around the bathroom, wide awake now, and saw the evidence she’d missed when she’d come into the room half asleep. The second toothbrush from the two-pack she’d just bought was standing next to hers in the holder and the empty package was in the garbage. A damp towel hung on the hook she never used on the back of the bathroom door and, sure enough, the bottle of Dr. Bronner’s—the least girlie-smelling soap she had—was back in its place in the caddy hanging from the shower head.
    She wrapped her hair in a towel and her body in a bath sheet, stuck her glasses on her face and headed for the kitchen.
    “Morning.” Jamie, shirtless and barefoot in jeans, smiled at her. “I hope you’re hungry. There’s bacon in the oven and I started pancakes. I figured they were a safe bet since you have three kinds of syrup in the cupboard and two more in the fridge.”
    Have mercy, he was breathtaking. Even his feet were gorgeous. And when he turned his back toward her for a moment she caught her first glimpse of the words “Life is Beautiful” scripted from shoulder to shoulder above a Diego Rivera-like mural that covered the entire expanse of his back to below his waist.
    “I didn’t realize you were still here,” she said stupidly.
    “I was reading while I waited for you go wake up. You were sleeping so soundly I didn’t want to disturb you. Although,” the positively wicked look he gave her made her stomach flip again, “keeping my hands off you after last night was no easy feat.”
    He put the bowl down, pulled her close and kissed her softly.
    She realized as she melted into him that she didn’t have a fighting chance at not falling for him if he kept treating her this way. Hell, knowing her experience with men, she didn’t stand a chance even if he didn’t keep treating her this way.
    “I like this look on you.” He unwound the towel from her hair and let it fall to the floor. “Maybe we could put breakfast off a little longer,” he suggested, one hand cradling the back of her head as he kissed her neck.
    Her whole body came raging back to life as he pulled her tighter against him. She spread her hands out over his chest, loving the feel of his skin under her fingers, her palms, the feel of his soft, masculine mouth as he worked his way up to her earlobe.
    Then, as if on cue, her stomach growled.
    “Oh Lord,” she groaned, dropping her hands.
    “All right, fine.” He sighed, kissed her softly again and released her. “We’ll wait until after breakfast. Are you free to spend the day with me?”
    She just blinked at