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weight into the balled-up chambray comforter. “Oh, that’s right, I do know a secret about you. You’ve never experienced the . . . What did you call it? The big O ?”
    He grinned, seeing her bloom with even more color. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me.” He wouldn’t mind putting a dreamy smile on her face and watching her while she climaxed, knowing that he was the one responsible.
    Christ, what was he thinking? He ran a hand through his hair and blew out a noisy breath.
    “For your information, I only wear black, lacy lingerie when I’m writing.” She tossed her chin up a notch. “I have a hard time with my love scenes, and I need all the help I can get.”
    “Interesting.” He had to admit that he’d found her love scenes a little lacking. Maybe he could offer her a few pointers.
    “It makes me feel sexy, so I can get inside my heroine’s head. It’s hard to write about two people making love unless you’re in the mood, so to speak. Or unless you have a lot of experience in that area.”
    “Yes, well--”
    “Want to know another secret?” she asked with a goofy grin on her sexy mouth.
    “Sure.” What the hell?
    “I’ve been thinking about asking you to have an affair with me.”
    “Whoa!” Gabe raised both hands in front of him as he got to his feet. “What did you say?”
    “You heard me. I said . . .” She stopped suddenly and brought a hand to her mouth and giggled again. “Oh, God, did I actually say that?”
    “Yes. You certainly did.”
    “Well, now that I’ve blurted most of it out, I may as well tell you the rest.”
    Gabe wasn’t so sure he wanted to hear the rest, yet he felt powerless to stop her. Okay, so he was curious. So what? He stuffed his hands in his jeans pockets, giving her his complete attention.
    “As you already know,” she said, shrugging, “I’ve never had an orgasm. And I’m in the market for a man who can help me with that. Maybe you know of someone?”
    Shaking his head briskly back and forth, he said, “No, I don’t.” The air conditioning must not be working, he thought, feeling himself growing uncomfortably warm. Jesus, he was talking to Sara’s little sister about orgasms.
    Earlier, when he’d brought up the subject, he’d only been teasing her. He’d never in a million years expected her to expand on it.
    Pulling his hands free and dropping them to his sides, he said, “Look, maybe I should go so you can get some sleep.”
    “But, wait! Aren’t you the least bit interested in helping me?”
    “No!”
    “I should have known.” Her bottom lip puffed out and she sniffed.
    “You don’t care about me and my problems. Sara was right. You’re self-centered.”
    Please tell me those aren’t real tears. Gabe hated it when women cried. “Of course, I care.”
    She smiled suddenly, all signs of tears gone. “Then you’ll help me?”
    Uh, oh. “Help you how?” he asked with skepticism. “If you mean finding a man to jump your bones, then hell, no, I’m not going to help you!”
    “Why not?”
    “Because . . . Because it’s . . . a dumb ass idea, and it’s . . . crazy. That’s why.”
    “That’s what Sara said. Well, she didn’t say dumb ass , of course. Sara would never swear. But she did say it was crazy.”
    “Well, she’s right.”
    “She’s always right, and I hate it!” Jane repositioned herself against the pillows, her skirt hiking even farther up her legs. So far up, in fact, he caught a glimpse of her white panties.
    Jesus.
    “My sister said I was too nice a girl to jump into bed with a stranger, and even though I hate to admit it, she’s probably right. But when she mentioned you, I thought--”
    “This was Sara’s idea?” he asked, startled. “She thinks you and I should . . .” For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
    “Well, maybe I’ve confused you. You weren’t exactly Sara’s pick. She said she wouldn’t wish you on any female.”
    “Well, that certainly makes me feel