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fresh.”
               
“I’ll get some glasses.”
               
She perched on the edge of the counter while he poured them both a glass. Being
up on the tall counter made her his height. He clinked the edge of her glass
with his.
               
“Here’s to a civilized three days.”
               
“You sound surprised.”
               
“Aren’t you?” He snorted, swishing the eggnog around his glass. “Things haven’t
been exactly polite between us in the past.”
               
“And that’s my fault?”
               
“I was stating a fact, not pointing a finger.” His jaw tensed, but his eyes
stayed focused on her. “I like this, Joely. I like not fighting with you, and being
with our kids together. They like it, too.”
            The glass
chilled her palm. She stared down into the creamy depths of her drink. “Did Ian
tell you what was bothering him?”
            “Yes.” He
drained his glass abruptly, using the excuse of eggnog to pause before
responding. “I talked to him. He’s okay now.”
            “So I don’t
get to know what it was about?”
               
“No, I’ll tell you. He’s mad at you for chasing Matt away.”
               
“What? I didn’t….”
               
“And he’s mad at you for chasing me away.”
            “Great. And
I suppose you….”
               
He held up both hands and gave a short laugh. “Easy, tiger! Don’t shoot the
messenger. I’m just letting you know what he said. I told him you didn’t chase
away either of us. I don’t think he really blames you, anyway. It’s just
something kids do. I blamed my dad for my parents’ divorce, even though it was
all on my mom. Don’t take it personally.”
               
“You’re right, Ben. Why should I take it personally that my son thinks I’m a
man-hater?”
               
“This isn’t how I wanted this conversation to go.” He took her glass from her
and stood directly in front of her, forcing her knees apart so he could wedge
in between them. She gripped his shoulders.
               
“What are you doing?” Her lips still tingled from the earlier kiss. She hadn’t
realized how badly she’d missed him.
               
“You have bits of sticky sap and pine needles in your hair, miss. If you want
me to get them out, I have to take this position.”
               
“Oh, really?” But she didn’t push him away. In fact, it felt good having him so
close. She nearly closed her eyes at the pleasant sensation of being touched,
even though he was picking through her hair like a mother chimp.
               
“All done,” he murmured a few minutes later. The woodsy scent of his cologne
mixed with the pine scent of his fingers and her hair.
               
“You’ve got some in your hair, too,” she said. He was standing too close. A
tiny pulse in his neck vibrated with his heartbeat. She wanted to touch the
place between his neck and the open collar of his flannel shirt where a few
dark hairs poked out. A sharp memory of his hairy chest sliding across her
breasts suddenly flooded her and she nearly groaned in frustration.
               
“Get it out for me, will you?”
               
“Get it…?”
               
“The sap.”
               
“Oh, that.” Almost giddy with desire and a heightened awareness of him, she
lifted her hands and slowly slid them through his hair. He sucked in a breath,
and she watched his eyelids flicker.
               
“What did you think I meant?”
               
His breath misted on her forehead. His lips were too close. Dangerously close.
A rush of heat soared through her cheeks. She was too old to blush, for
heaven’s sake. It had to be the eggnog. Only he hadn’t added