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Couch. Bed. Wall. Hell, she wasn’t picky.
    I really need to go out and get some.
    She opened the garage then turned, only to smack into his rock-hard chest. Crap. She’d been so into her fantasy of where to do him that she hadn’t realised he’d followed her.
    His arms snaked out and he caught her by the upper arms as she wobbled.
    “Thanks.” Her word was breathy and she gave herself a mental reprimand for it.
    His response wasn’t verbal, just a nod of his head. She missed his touch when he removed it but she kept her mouth shut as well. He passed by her and she inhaled deeply, allowing his scent to infuse into her skin. Then she watched him walk away, admiring the view before she went back in the house.
    She worked on breakfast and when the garage door closed a tingle rippled through her. Not much later, he reappeared in the kitchen.
    “Almost ready,” she said, pulling a piping-hot waffle off the iron and placing it on a plate. Once she’d added some sausage, she paused. “Do you like eggs and sausage?”
    “Yes.”
    The response was directly behind her and rocked her with her another wave of lust. “I’ll let you dish up what you want, then. Take as much as you like.”
    Their fingertips brushed as the plate exchanged hands. Licking her lips, she went back to the waffle iron and poured batter for her own.
    “Hey.” Laila spoke, breaking in to the small world they’d created.
    “Hey, yourself. Come on in and grab a plate,” she called back.
    “Morning, Sam,” Laila said, stepping into the kitchen.
    “Good morning, Laila.”
    Roxi watched them embrace and ignored the reappearance of the green-eyed monster. She placed the next waffle on a plate and Laila took it from her. After grabbing another plate, Roxi made one for herself.
    She normally didn’t mind Laila coming by. It wasn’t uncommon for her to pop over for a meal, but for some reason this morning, all Roxi wanted to do was snarl, “Mine!” and kick Laila out.
    She could hear them talking behind her. Laila apologising for yesterday and Sam forgiving her. Roxi sat down with her waffle, eggs and the sole remaining sausage link. I forgot how much Laila loves them. She sat on the other side of Laila, leaving a seat between her and Sam, and began to eat.
    Throughout the meal, Sam glanced at her several times, only to be dragged back into a discussion with Laila. Did she mind? No. Not at all. As long as she could continue to ignore the minor desire to snarl and lunge for her, there was no problem at all.
    Maybe I need professional help.
    “I have to get to work,” Laila announced. “I’ll see you this afternoon.” She hurried and gave Roxi a hug. “Thank you again.”
    Past Laila’s shoulder, she saw Sam watching her. Eyes intense. “Not a problem. Sam’s a great guest. Go on.”
    Laila did, leaving after one final kiss to Sam’s cheek, which had Roxi envisioning slashing Laila across the face with her nails. Oh yeah, not a problem in the least. Definitely need some professional help here. Get a grip! she admonished herself.
    Sam left with Laila and she cleaned up from breakfast. She did her best not to go to the living room and peer out any of the windows to see what, if anything, they were doing.
    Have I mentioned how much I need to get a grip?
    She had and she did.
    Okay, it’s official. I am seriously pathetic. Mooning over this man.
    After the kitchen was straightened, she turned and headed for her bedroom. She stopped on the way at Eric’s room. She flipped on the light and propped herself against the doorjamb.
    She loved her nephew more than anything. Her gaze travelled around the room, taking in the few posters. He had some pictures of the Marines, Transformers, and a few cars. His toys weren’t numerous but the ones he had were nicely put away.
    There was an ache in her heart and she sighed heavily only to stiffen when Sam’s masculine scent converged around her.
    “Very squared-away room.” He spoke from behind