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one of the best designers in the business. She’d already talked to George and he’d agreed to let her do her intern-ship at his company, something he rarely did.
    Still, there was something missing. She wanted more. She wanted a home and a family. Kids and a husband who shared in the same simple pleasures of life. Lucy longed for little league games, family dinners, and Friday nights spent watching movies.
    Rand would never be content with that kind of life. Two-point-five kids and backyard barbeques were foreign concepts to the boy from Brooklyn whose mother had been a crack-head and whose father had skipped out shortly after he’d turned ten. She knew, because he’d told her that he feared he had the same lousy fathering gene. In a rare moment of weakness, he’d explained how he never wanted to be like his old man, a broke loser who couldn’t stand up and be a man for the wife and kid who’d needed him so badly.
    She had tried to talk to him about moving their relationship to a more permanent status, but each time she brought up the subject of marriage, he’d start kissing her. Shortly after, they’d be making love, and talks of the future would be put on hold. She was tired of him getting around her with sex. Her mother had gotten married at twenty-five and given birth to her daughter a year later. At twenty-six, Lucy felt her biological clock ticking away.
    Even their apartment was a testament to the type of modern, fast lane lifestyle Rand enjoyed. The expensive Italian black leather couch and matching loveseat, coupled with the black glass tiered coffee table screamed “no kids allowed.” Their bedroom was no less modern. The king-sized bed with the white leather headboard and red comforter wasn’t exactly Homes and Gardens. She loved the furniture they’d chosen for Rand’s apartment after she’d moved in, but now that she was thinking about having kids someday, all she saw in her mind was a toddler banging into the sharp corners.
    Their apartment was a baby’s worst nightmare!
    Where did that leave her? Did she give up her dreams to keep what they already had? Or was it time to move on? The very idea of never seeing Rand again sat like a lead ball in the pit of her stomach. But what choice did she have?
    As she finished, she turned off the shower and stepped out.
    Lucy nearly fell when she saw Rand sitting on the counter wearing nothing but a pair of black gym shorts and a grin. He was so hard, the all over kind of hard. Six pack abs, large biceps and powerful thighs. The tattoo on his right shoulder did crazy things to her, too.
    It was an intricate web of black lines and curves. It covered his entire shoulder and snaked down his bicep. He’d told her he’d gotten it right after his first big shoot as a way to celebrate.
    Her clit swelled and throbbed as she dripped onto the rug beneath her feet. Rand handed her a towel and pointed to a cup of steaming coffee beside him. She took the towel and wrapped it around her, holding it tight.
    “The shower’s all yours,” she said, still a little perturbed at his high-handedness earlier.
    He jumped off the counter and came toward her. When his head descended on hers, the kiss wasn’t anything like she expected. It was gentle and sweet, a light mating of lips, no pressure, no demands. She melted.
    He lifted away and said, “I’m sorry. Forgive me?” Yeah, as if any sane woman could stay pissed after that! She pointed a finger at him. “You are dangerous to my health.” He chuckled and smacked her ass as she moved around him.
    “You’re damn lucky Trey’s waiting on me.” She turned and glared at him, but he was already naked and slipping into the shower. He heart squeezed tight as the water started up. She couldn’t see him through the dark blue curtain, but she could imagine his powerful body, the water sluicing down his chest to his cock. Wet and slippery and edible. Oh God, leaving him would tear her apart. But staying hurt too.
    Sometimes