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bounced up from his seat. Sandwich in his left hand, he tapped on her bedroom door with his right. “Hey, the television works. If you want to come out and watch TV that would be cool. I wouldn’t mind that.”
    “Thanks, but I’m going to take a shower.”
    Shower?
    Instantly a vision of Zoenaked popped into his head. He could see her glorious yellow hair cascading around her. Her perfect pink skin. Her shining blue eyes. Her nice round…
    He squeezed his eyes shut. He would like to blame that quick mental image on her for saying the word shower. But he knew hormones or maybe his gender were at fault. Still, smart men didn’t chase after every good-looking woman they saw. They reminded themselves they were adults and also reminded themselves of all the reasons they couldn’t act like sex-crazed teenagers. Lord knows, he’d fought this battle before. He’d simply used logic and proper behavior. And this time around he had plenty of ammo.
    First, he didn’t want anything to do with this woman. Second, she sure as hell didn’t want anything to do with him. And third, he had TV. There was absolutely no reason to stand outside her bedroom door salivating.
    He said, “Okay. Great,” then could have kicked himself because the way he’d said it he sounded as if he thought the idea of her taking a shower was great. Well, too late to fix that. Time to retreat and hope for the best.
    He nearly ran back to the great room, shoving the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth before he picked up the remote. He clicked through the unfamiliar stations until he found the Weather Channel then wished he hadn’t.
    Staring at the map of the United States, he moaned in frustration. The storm that had stranded them had stalled over the mountain. The forecaster happily expected it to move on by the next morning. But he could be happy about that because he wasn’t stranded with a woman he didn’t know and her baby. The weatherman also didn’t have a check representing every cent he had in the safe of his abandoned truck!
    A half hour later, Zoecame into the great room dressed in brown pants and a soft-looking red sweater, holding a happy Daphne. Though Cooper didn’t really want to make small talk, the obvious observation came out before he could stop it.
    “Looks like you’re the same size as the woman of the house.”
    “I wouldn’t know. There are no clothes in the closet. I keep an extra pair of pants and a sweater in the diaper bag because babies are messy and sometimes I end up needing changing as much as Daphne.”
    She turned toward the kitchen and Cooper’s gaze took in every inch of her perfect body. A million visions and images popped into his head. Once again he blamed his hormones. Once again he knew logic and proper behavior would keep him in line. He forced his gaze upward away from her backside, but when he did he saw the way her pale curls contrasted with her sexy red sweater and a whole bunch of other images sprang to his mind.
    He rubbed his hand along his nape. Did the woman own any color except red? Sure, she looked great in red, but that was the problem. She looked too damned great. Too damned sexy.
    Taking himself back to logic and proper behavior again, he reminded himself that even if she found him as attractive as he found her, they couldn’t sleep together. They were stranded for two days. If it were only for the afternoon, a fling wouldn’t be out of the question. But two days didn’t work. If he seduced her, sex wouldn’t last two days. Eventually, they’d stop and she’d want to talk and then they’d know too much about each other. And then it wouldn’t be a fling. It would be the beginning of a relationship.
    His stomachknotted. No way.
    “I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
    “Storm’s getting worse,” Zoe said, turning to face him, and Cooper’s stomach plummeted.
    She was darned gorgeous. He couldn’t believe any man was capable of speech around her, let alone capable of