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throttle down on the rage so
when he saw Mr. Piano Man, he didn’t beat him bloody.
    Shoving the key into the ignition, Brogan gave the house one
last, lingering look.
    Lacey was in there. It was like ripping out a kidney to
drive away.
    But he did it anyway.
     
    It was noon when she finally stumbled out of the shower.
    Lou’s hand stroked down her ass, and she shifted, smacked it
away. “Damn it, quit it. You’ll drown me if you pull me back in there,” she
said, laughing at him as he gave a theatrical sigh.
    Lou was all sorts of theatrical.
    And he was all sorts of good for her too. Her libido. Her
ego. There was no reason she should have waited three weeks to get back with
him. She probably shouldn’t have waited as long as she had to come here period.
    It took having her heart ripped out to realize how bad
Brogan had been for her.
    Towel-drying her hair, she closed her eyes and let herself
admit some of the things she’d been hiding from. She should have walked away
well before now. Should have come here or even gone to spend a few months in
France with her dad. Anything to get some distance. The ache in her chest was
there, and she knew it was going to be a while before she could think about
Brogan without it hurting, but she’d make the break.
    That was the big thing, right?
    It gets easier at this point , she thought.
    She hoped.
    She prayed.
    The water turned off as she finished drying her hair and she
yelped as a pair of hands closed over her hips, drawing her back up against
him. “You’re insatiable, “she sighed.
    “Hmmm. Well, I’ve got a woman bent over naked in front of
me, letting me see all sorts of interesting things…” He cupped her in his hand
and pushed one finger inside her pussy. “What do you expect?”
    Pleasure shuddered through her. Need was a hot, slippery
little devil that licked at her insides and turned her blood to molten lava. “Are
you trying to kill me?”
    “Nope.” He bit her shoulder, twisted his wrist…and then
moved away, slipping his finger into his mouth. “I just couldn’t help myself.”
    “You’re about as rotten as you ever were.” Frustration and
humor danced inside her. She’d forgotten that sex could be fun. It had always
been like that with Lou. Nice to see she could find that again. She grabbed her
robe and moved up to him, leaving the robe hanging open as she stroked a hand
down his middle, closed her fingers around his cock, stroked up, then down.
“So…you can’t help yourself.”
    His lids drooped under the touch of her hand and she started
to pump as he muttered, “Yeah.” He thrust against her hand.
    But when he went to grab her wrist, she pulled back.
    “I get that way a lot. Impulsive and all.” She grinned at
him and then said, “So, I’m hungry. Want some breakfast?”
    He pressed his hand against his cock, grumbling a little
before reaching for his clothes. “You’re a brat.”
    “Yep. Breakfast?”
    He sighed. “As long as you’re cooking it.”
    “As if you could.” She smiled at him as she tied the robe
around her waist and headed out the door.
    I almost… almost feel happy , she thought. Almost.
She wasn’t quite there yet. There would still be a lot of bad days ahead. But
maybe she could get over Brogan. One of these days.
    The doorbell rang before she made it to the kitchen. Groaning,
she glanced down at her robe. It was lined—she’d brought her winter one, the
silk one lined with cotton on the inside—she never knew when Lou was going to
have a weird idea for a photo shoot that was going to involve her being naked
and freezing, but she didn’t want to answer the door in her robe.
    Sighing, she made her way to the door and punched in her
code before opening it.
    If she’d looked through the peephole as Lou was always
nagging her to, she never would have opened it.
    By the time she thought about it, it was too late. Her heart
crashed to her feet, and then it started to dance and she wanted to kick
herself,