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for him, that way I
could raise and lower it to suit myself and we wouldn't find
ourselves in such an intimate position."
    "That's a great idea. Then just load it on
his plane."
    "Okay, Nat. Thanks for calling. I'll get in
touch with you later then."
    They rang off and she sat up against the
pillows, looking blankly at the coffee maker. "It's not going to
make itself," she said out loud. But still, she didn't move.
    Her cell rang again. She looked at the clock.
Eight in the morning. Thinking it was Nat again, she answered,
laughing, "Now what?"
    Silence greeted her.
    "I was going to ask you that," Ram said
finally. "Heard you talking in there."
    "Yes, I had a phone call," she said
vaguely.
    Another silence.
    "I ordered us some coffee," he drawled, "I'll
be there in a few."
    But he'd hung up before she could even
protest. "Damn," she swore, as she bounded up and searched through
her bag. There was no time to get dressed all the way, so she
grabbed her shorty robe. She definitely did not want to let him
know she slept in the nude. With the lights on. That was her
business, not his.
    He knocked softly on her door a few seconds
later, and she let him in.
    "Have a seat," she told him, looking up at
him quickly, drawing her robe sash tighter. "I just wanted to comb
my hair; you didn't give me much time."
    "I'm on a schedule here, Jace. Thought we'd
have coffee before I go to my meetings. They'll take up most of the
day."
    And as she stood in the bathroom brushing her
hair, he continued, "How about dinner tonight?" he drawled.
    Sighing and leaning against the marble
counter, she wondered whether she should. It was like dating
him.
    As if reading her thoughts, he said, "Just as
friends. Just for fun."
    Walking out in her bare feet, tying her robe
sash, she said, "I suppose so." She sat on the corner of the bed,
and her eyes met his. "What I need to do today is get a portable
table for working on you." Nodding towards the other bed, she told
him, "Just too much of temptation. I'd hate to have to leave you,
because I think I could really help you in your recovery."
     
    His eyes roved over her hungrily. From her
bare feet, over her silky short robe showing an expense of curvy
legs, to her breasts with nipples showing under the drape of
fabric, back to her warm brown eyes, long curly hair and flushed
cheeks.
    "Ah wish you wouldn't do that, darlin.'" And
he wished his damn southern accent wouldn't come out so much when
he was moved by someone. And, she moved him. A lot. He thought of
the night before, kissing her soft lips, as his tongue roved in and
out, tasting, then reveling in the feel of the soft skin of her
cheeks, kissing and moving on them.
    He looked past her to the painting on the
wall. "Order whatever you need and charge it to the room." Then his
eyes came back on her steady gaze now. "Nothing else will happen,
then. You trust me?"
    A certain look flashed on her face, before
her guard came up again, and she said, "Of course. If you say
nothing, then you mean nothing. I understand that."
    The coffee came then, and he watched her get
up, walk to the door and let the foodservice woman in with the
tray. He rose and put a several bills on the tray.
    As they were sipping their coffee, he said,
"You can do anything today. I won't be back until five. A full
day."
    "And, how is your back?"
    "Don't ask." After finishing his cup of
coffee, he rose stiffly, and thought he'd like to take another pill
but he needed to wait another few hours.
    "Sit down," she told him, moving the chair
around and standing behind it, "this will only take a minute."
    He nodded and sat. She began massaging his
shoulders, a deep, penetrating rub that almost made him gasp.
    "You're very tight," she said, as she
concentrated on his left shoulder, then his right. "Do you have a
muscle relaxant? I don't remember you mentioning that."
    His voice was soft now, that was all he could
manage, "No."
    Continuing the rubbing for a few minutes, and
patting his shoulder to