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for a massive collection of souvenir thimbles? As a matter of fact, I do. Do you buy ketchup in those fifty-five-gallon drums? I think that could save me a lot of time and money over the long haul.”
    Isabelle narrowed her eyes, obviously not amused. “What if I have some really bad habits?”
    Shane ran his hand up under her hair, sliding his fingers onto her scalp, massaging lightly and relishing her little sigh of pleasure. “I knew it—you buy avocados, forget to use them and they go bad in the vegetable drawer, right?”
    She closed her eyes, but there was still a little crease between her eyebrows. “Maybe I’m talking about actual annoying stuff.”
    “Oh, you’re one of those .”
    She tipped her head back slightly, pressing closer to his massaging fingers. “One of those?”
    “You take your socks off in the living room and leave them lying in the middle of the floor for days.”
    She sighed, opened her eyes and lifted her head. “Shane. I’m talking about stuff that will affect you. Actual things that could drive you crazy.”
    He still managed not to smile. It was fun, and sexy, riling her up. “Give me an example.” He ran his hand down to her ass and brought her closer to him, sure that she could feel the hard rock behind his zipper.
    She gave a little groan. A very quiet little groan that made him feel confident that everything would be fine. They affected each other, in ways no one else did. That was worth fighting for. Even if he was fighting her.
    “Vanilla sex.”
    He tuned back in and blinked at her. “What?”
    “That’s one of the things that’s going to happen if we live together,” she said. She arched closer to him, pressing against his fly. “And I don’t think you’re going to go for that.”
    He was having a hard time keeping his hands resting on—okay, gripping—her hips and butt instead of pressing her up against the wall. Vanilla sex from Isabelle Dixon? The woman who had introduced him to the Position of the Day blog and insisted they try each one? He paused for a moment. God, he loved that blog. “Define vanilla,” he finally said. Maybe it wasn’t what he thought it was.
    “In bed. No…paraphernalia. No pulling from the Position of the Day blog.”
    He grinned. They were meant to be. But damn. Vanilla sex was what he thought it was. “Paraphernalia?” he asked. “You’re the one with the toy box, Iz.”
    He didn’t need ’em, but when she brought them along he never said no. Sex with Isabelle was like knowing your friends were planning a surprise party for you—you knew it was coming, you knew it was going to be a lot of fun, but you weren’t sure exactly what was going to happen.
    “Well, the toy box is staying at my condo,” she said firmly. “If we’re living together, we’re going to have only good old-fashioned, in the bed, lights-off sex.”
    He shook his head. “Lights on.”
    She sighed. “Fine. Lights on. But nothing…funny.”
    Shane leaned in close, his lips nearly on hers. “Iz, sex with you is a lot of things. Like the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced. But it’s not funny.”
    She sucked in a quick breath. Then said, “And no dirty talk.”
    He chuckled. “What the hell are you talking about? You’re hot and sexy and creative now but if we live together I’m going to find out that you’re secretly boring deep down?”
    She scowled. “Yes.”
    “Uh-huh.” Okay, she was testing him. He didn’t know why or what she was trying to accomplish, but she was evidently trying to warn him, or push him, or something.
    “And we’re going to watch The Daily Show together,” she said. “Every day.”
    “I love Jon Stewart.”
    “And we’re going to…play checkers. At least three times a week.”
    That tripped him up a little. “Checkers.”
    “Yes. I’m…addicted to checkers.”
    “No you’re not.” That was ridiculous. No one was addicted to checkers.
    “What if I am? What if I’ve been hiding it from you?