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slightly in what looked like a smile. A naked and beautiful woman beside him in bed with a smile on her face was a good thing. What wasn’t so good was that he had no memory of the night. None at all.
    He touched her hair and wondered what had happened between them in this bed. It would have been nice if the earth had moved. It would be terrific if she’d cried out three or four times in ecstasy; it would be stellar if one of those times, preferably the last, he’d cried out with her. And it would be goddamn stupendous if he could remember any of it. No wonder his heart was pounding. He didn’t expect to be Mark, the Wonder Stallion every time out, but he liked to think he never left a woman unsatisfied.
    Could his complete mental blackout of the night before mean he’d humiliated himself as a lover and a man? Okay, he said to himself, get a grip. He ran his hand in a light exploratory fashion over her back. Nice back. Long and muscular. It didn’t ring any bells. But it did cause her to shift in sleep so her back pressed intimately against him. Casually, he put an arm around her and ran his fingers lightly over her breasts and belly. Ooh, nice, nice, nice. She had full, firm breasts with pointy nipples, and her stomach had the tightness and tone of a professional swimmer.
    Whatever sense impressions his brain was receiving came across as brand new ones. He felt as though he’d never touched those particular contours before—all the textures and angles that made up her body. Odd to be so clueless about a woman you’d made love with. The only thing in his life he’d ever blocked out was having his wisdom teeth extracted. Having decided against general anesthetic, he’d gone gamely into the oral surgeon’s chair and to this day didn’t remember a thing about the experience. He knew the procedure had been completed, since he was sans wisdom teeth, but he had no memory. Like certain shock victims who blanked out intensely painful experiences. Had last night been one of those?
    His hand froze, claw-like, against her naked breast. Oh, God. Had he been so terrible in bed that he’d blocked the experience from his memory? Would Bronwyn have all the women of her acquaintance squealing with laughter over his performance while he was forever in the dark about what happened? He squinted at the clock on the bedside table. Nine. Sun streamed in the windows, suggesting it was morning. He rolled to his back and blinked hard a few times. What day was it? Sunday, he thought. It must be Sunday.
    Sneaking out of bed, he headed for the bathroom where a nice long morning pee relieved his mind somewhat as well as his bladder. While he brushed his teeth, then splashed cold water on his face, he tried to pull himself together. If she was still in his bed, the night couldn’t have been a complete disaster, otherwise she’d have sneaked out of bed sometime in the night. Wouldn’t she?
    He walked back into the bedroom and watched for a moment as she slept. She had the kind of natural beauty that’s as potent first thing in the morning as it would be when she was all made up to go out somewhere. Her shoulders were lightly tanned against the white of the sheet, and he wished he could see the breasts he’d so recently touched. She shifted and made what could be a waking-up noise. Panicked, he didn’t want to be caught standing there naked staring at her, and his robe was hanging in the closet. Her eyelashes fluttered. He dove back under the covers beside her and rolled up behind her in his previous position. A bit of sighing and then a kind of morning stretch that had her spine elongating itself against him from shoulders to ass in a way that made him want to bash his head until his memory returned.
    “Morning,” a sleepy and very female voice said beside him.
    Oh, no. Reckoning time. And he wasn’t ready. “Morning.”
    “Sleep well?”
    “Yes.” He said politely. “You?”
    “Fantastic.”
    She leaned over and kissed him