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breasts.
    Clara needed more than sleep. She needed to get out of the tiny, enclosed space with Zack and all of his hot, male pheromones that were wreaking havoc on her good sense. If she had any at all to wreak havoc on. Well, she did have some. She’d used it to ask for her out.
    For a little bit of a chance to move on and forward with her life. Because Zack hadn’t married Hannah today, which was fine and good, but he would marry someone. He’d decided to, and when Zack put his mind to something, he did it. That meant it would happen, sometime in the very near future, she imagined, now that she knew love wasn’t necessarily on the docket. Heck, if he smiled just right at the flight attendant they wouldprobably be engaged by the time they landed in Thailand. And then she could sleep in the guest room in the villa.
    She snorted.
    “What?” he asked.
    “Nothing.”
    “The scariest word known to man when issued from the lips of a woman.”
    Her lip curled voluntarily at his statement. “Sexist.”
    “I prefer realist, but you’re free to call it as you see it.”
    “So tell me this, Zack.”
    “What?” he asked, one dark eyebrow arched.
    “I assume you’ll attempt marriage again.”
    “If I find the right woman.”
    “And by that, you don’t mean the woman you love?”
    Something in Zack’s posture changed, subtle but obvious to her, his shoulders straightening, his muscles tensing beneath his expertly tailored shirt. His eyes changed, too. There was something dark there, haunted, something she’d never seen before, not this clearly. She’d felt it before, an intensity lurking beneath his cool exterior, but she’d never seen it so plainly.
    It was almost frightening in its intensity, transforming a man she’d seen every day for seven years into a cold stranger.
    “I don’t do love, Clara. Ever.” He turned his focus to the newspaper that was folded on his lap. “Good night.”
    Clara turned toward the bedroom, exhaustion burrowing beneath her skin, down into her bones. Yesterday, everything had been the way it had always been. It had sucked; it had been heading in a direction she hadn’t liked, but for the most part, it had been the same.
    Today everything felt different. Most of it was her fault. And even though she wouldn’t change it, she hated it.
    “We just landed.”
    Clara sat up and pushed the wild mass of auburn curls out of her eyes. She blinked a few times and Zack’s face came intofocus. For a moment, she didn’t do anything. She didn’t move, she didn’t breathe, she just concentrated on his face being the first thing she saw.
    She’d never woken up next to a man before. And, yeah, this wasn’t really waking up next to a man in the traditional sense. And he was more leaning over than next to her. But it was a really nice thought, and it was a very nice sight first thing in the morning. If it was even morning. She had no idea.
    “What time is it?” she asked.
    “It’s 10:00 p.m. local time.”
    She flopped backward. “Oh, no. Why did you let me sleep?”
    “I tried to wake you.”
    “No, you didn’t.”
    “I did, you were out.”
    She felt a strange sort of disappointment curling in her stomach. She wished, well, part of her did, that he had woken her up. She swallowed hard. Her throat felt like it was lined with cotton. It was far too easy to think of a lot of very interesting ways he might have woken her up.
    No. Bad.
    “I’m going to be a wreck.”
    “Sorry.”
    “I take it you didn’t sleep?” She looked down and realized she was still wearing her jeans.
    “No. But then, I don’t sleep all that much.”
    That didn’t surprise her. She’d never really quizzed him on his sleeping habits, but honestly, he just didn’t seem like the kind of man who could sleep at all. He had too much energy and drive to stop even for a moment. Whenever she’d thought of him in bed … well, it hadn’t been images of him sleeping plaguing her.
    “We’re at the airport?”