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in a cheaper place? With an entire season of travel places such as this must ratchet up your costs significantly.”
    “It doesn’t matter,” Marco replied, shrugging. “It’s not my money anyway.”
    “But don’t you feel bad you’re wasting it?”
    “Not when I’m able to offer a Jacuzzi to a beautiful woman.” He grinned and Natalie’s face flamed. For a few seconds he allowed himself to fantasize that’s what she looked like when she came and he had to suppress the groan trying its damnedest to work its way free.
    Natalie wagged a finger at him. “I thought you said you were going to behave.”
    “Who’s not behaving?”
    “You’re something else. But I really do need to get to bed. I don’t have anyone to share the driving with tomorrow.”
    “Yes, you need your rest, cara .”
    With a little awkward wave Natalie climbed into bed and Marco instantly regretted it wasn’t his.
    Someday soon, I hope.
    * * * * *
     
    Natalie jerked awake when sunlight hit her face, warming it. She blinked and looked around.
    Where the hell am—
    Her thought was interrupted when it all came flooding back—meeting Marco, having dinner, him coming back to her motel room and then bringing her here.
    Oh God. Why did I let him into my room?
    A wave of embarrassment made her feel hot all over and she pressed her eyes closed, hoping it was a dream. But when she opened them again, she was still in Marco’s hotel room. She cocked her head and thought she heard him singing in the shower. The next thought that tumbled into her sleep-induced haze was run . If Natalie played her cards right she could be up, dressed and out the door within a few minutes.
    But Marco had been so sweet, letting her stay here and keeping to his promise not to seduce her—for the most part—that she didn’t want to make him think she was ungrateful by leaving. She should at least stay to thank him. After that, she would get out of his way so he’d feel free to leave whenever he wanted to. Scrambling out of bed, she reached for the first clothes she could fish out of her suitcase and pulled them on, sending wary glances toward the bathroom door to make sure Marco wouldn’t arrive on the scene while she was still dressing. It seemed as if it wouldn’t be right to lock the door of the bedroom in the hotel room he’d paid for.
    Marco exited the bathroom in a rush of steam and she couldn’t help the smirk that was fighting to take over her face. He spotted her and smiled. He’d pulled a towel around his hips, and it looked to be hanging on for dear life. Natalie had never wanted to yank a towel away from someone so badly before.
    Her eyes were drawn to his chest and abs. Neither was overly cut, but there was enough definition to show that the man worked out. There was no way you could be a successful bull rider if you didn’t. Not yet willing to meet his eyes, instead she made the trip back down his body, past the sizable bulge that no thin cotton towel could conceal, down his legs sprinkled with a generous amount of black hair, all the way to his bare feet. Why were bare feet on a man suddenly so sexy?
    “Good morning, cara .” Natalie jumped and met his gaze finally. He did his own tour of her body, frowning the slightest bit. What was his problem? It was doubtful he didn’t like what he saw based on his actions the night before.
    Before she could ask there was a knock. Marco turned back toward it and she was treated to a great view of his ass as he walked into the foyer area to answer the door. Dragging her gaze away from those perfectly rounded glutes, she took in the musculature of his back, which shifted as he opened the door and had a brief conversation with whoever was outside. Belatedly she realized she shouldn’t be standing somewhere visible in case he didn’t want people to know she was there, and scooted back into the bedroom.
    A moment later the door closed. She didn’t hear any voices, so she peeked out and then sniffed the air