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her eyes—” He looked at Lucy’s face, then tilted up her chin so she had to meet his gaze. “She has blue eyes, Lucy, that when I tried real hard reminded me of you.”
    Lucy shook under his intense regard. “So,” she whispered, “the double Ds had nothing to do with it, huh?”
    Bram took a step away from her. If he hadn’t, he’d have kissed her again, and with the bed right behind her, things might have gotten out of hand. She was already prepared to bolt, so pushing her wasn’t a good idea. “Let me be clear about something here, Lucy. When I get alone in my bed at night and decide I can’t take it anymore, it’s not Dede’s body I think about.” He stared at her hard, saw the way her pupils dilated, and admitted gruffly, “It’s yours.”
    Lucy looked frozen and enthralled. “Good God. You’re not telling me that you . . . ?”
    â€œYeah, so what?” Bram figured he was far too old to be embarrassed over his body and the things he felt, the needs he dealt with. “We’ve already established that I’m not a monk. And at the moment, no other woman is appealing to me. I want
you
, Lucy. I’ve been wanting you since before David died.” He didn’t have to tell her yet that he’d always wanted her. That might be a bit too much.
    For the first time since he’d arrived, she appeared to be softening. Wryly Bram wondered if she felt sorry for him because he’d admitted to flying solo. The amusing thought brought with it another, and his pulse raced.
    Softly he asked, “What about you?”
    Wariness returned to her gaze. “What about me?”
    â€œIt’s been a long time since you filed for divorce. You haven’t dated one single time since then.” It sometimes made Bram break out in a sweat thinking about a woman like Lucy, a woman so alive and so filled with love, going to her bed all alone every night.
    â€œDon’t you get lonely, Lucy? Doesn’t your body burn sometimes, wanting the touch of a man? Wanting relief? To the point where you just can’t take it anymore?”
    In a tone that matched his own, she whispered, “That’s why I’m here.” She looked away from him, then back again. “What you said, being alone . . . that’s not the same as being with someone.”
    His heart thundered. “No, it’s not. It’s a damn poor substitute.”
    â€œThings . . . things were bad between David and me for a while before he cheated. But even then, even when I knew I was losing him, it was nice to have a man close sometimes, a warm body in the bed with me at night.” She swallowed and in an attempt to explain, she said, “There’s a certain type of comfort in just knowing you’re not alone, in feeling the body heat, hearing someone else breathe.”
    Bram’s lungs constricted with fresh pain. Through the years of her marriage, it had been a unique form of hell knowing that David made love to her and Bram would never be allowed to. Now he had a chance and he’d be damned forever before he lost it.
    He caught her chin on the edge of his fist. “I want to be the man who touches you now.”
    She immediately shook her head. “Bram, I can’t compare with all those young, beautiful women you date.”
    â€œChrist.” How could she not know, not understand? David had been a bigger ass than he’d suspected. “You don’t have to compare with anyone. You’re in an entirely different league.”
    â€œThe minor league?” she teased, but Bram saw her uncertainty, the misconceptions she had about herself as a woman.
    Desperately he tangled his fingers in her hair and drew her up against his chest. “I want you for who you are, Lucy. I’ve always respected your intelligence and your loyalty. I adore your sense of humor and your sense of