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out her low, steady inhalations that seemed to deepen with every passing moment. Unfortunately, he didn’t think anything could muffle the raging beat of his heart, which had been on overdrive since he’d found her in his office yesterday.
    Too bad the fitness center didn’t have a pool because he could use a few bracing laps right about now. Though, honestly, he knew that wouldn’t help. With Cassie watching his every move, every Y chromosome in Wyatt’s body was at full attention. No swimming pool, no cold shower, not even a dip off a glacier in the Arctic would do a thing to cool him down.
    Not when Cassie was wearing that aware, hungry look.
    It was the same one she’d had on her face the day they’d met on the beach. She’d never been able to hide her emotions behind those big blue eyes or that expressive face. When Cassie was interested in something—be it a book or a male body—she could never disguise that interest. Just one of the things he’d found so utterly fascinating about her, since no girl he’d ever known had been so open.
    Right now, the physical desire was dripping off her in buckets. Palpable. Intoxicating. And Wyatt was unable to prevent himself from sharing it. As if their marriage and the ensuing years weren’t hanging there between them, he allowed himself a few luxurious moments to study her through a lover’s eyes—not an angry ex’s, as he had in his office.
    She looked different than she had yesterday, no longer the cool professional woman. She now wore a pair of tight white jeans and a sleeveless red top. The color contrasted brightly against her strawberry-blond hair. Her time in Texas had given her skin a healthy glow, and she wore almost no makeup. Damned if there weren’t a few freckles on her nose.
    Wyatt’s jaw tightened, because Cassie looked like a coed again. The beach angel he’d found utterly irresistible.
    She wasn’t, however, exactly the same. Her casual, tight clothes did sinful things to her body, reminding him that Cassie was no longer a lean, willowy, college girl. She was a curvaceous, soft, desirable woman. And she was looking at him like she wanted to gobble him up.
    Which, he realized, was probably the last thing she’d want him to see. Knowing for sure how to get her to back off, he decided to call her on her interest. Curving up one side of his mouth, he gestured toward the weight area. “There are no beds in here, but some of the weight benches are padded.”
    She sucked in a quick, surprised breath.
    “What?” he pressed. “You gonna deny you’re eating me up with your eyes?”
    Her chin shot up and for a split second he thought he had her, that she would back down, go away, leave him with his sanity.
    He should have known better. Because he recalled a moment too late that she had never been the quiet, demure girl some people had thought her to be. She’d always had a danger-loving streak. And now, she was every inch a sexy, confident woman. No way would she be embarrassed into backing down.
    “How could I not when you’re standing there half-naked?” She stepped even closer and put a small, soft hand on his bare chest, her fingers tangling in the dark hair that surrounded his nipples. “Could you please either put a shirt on or take your shorts off? ”
    Whoa. Wyatt’s jaw dropped and his fingers clenched reflexively as though to reach for his waistband and do as she asked.
    It was tempting. So goddamn tempting. They were no longer kids, they were two mature, consenting adults. He was attracted to her, she obviously wanted him. So why shouldn’t he push her onto that weight bench and fuck the memory of her out of his soul?
    He tried to resist the urge, shoving his shockingly imaginings out of his mind. “You’re playing with fire.”
    “I’m not a kid anymore, Wyatt.” She moved even closer, until the fabric of her pants brushed his bare leg, and her warm exhalations touched his skin. “Maybe I like taking risks now.”
    He swallowed