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when she saw the big curtained bed.
    “That’s funny… It’s almost exactly like my bed at home.” She turned to him, catching his grin. “Wait a minute. You did this?”
    He shrugged, setting the suitcase on the luggage rack against the wall. “I just asked if they had a canopied bed. I thought you’d be more at home. It’s no big deal.”
    She looked at him long and hard. “It’s one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me. Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.”
    They stood there, eyes locked, the air thickening between them. Inside, Kane was at war with himself. He could cross the space between them, have her in his arms in less than ten seconds, finally feel her body pressed against his.
    But nothing had changed. She was still Lily Montgomery. Still too good and pure for someone like him. For the life he could give her.
    “Well, I better be going,” he said. “Give me a call when you’re ready to come back to the house tomorrow. I’ll come get you.”
    “Thank you, Kane. I appreciate all you’ve done for me,” she said softly.
    “It’s nothing.” His voice was gruff as he turned away, his throat thick with unspoken words.
    “Kane.” Her voice came from behind him.
    He turned. “Yeah?”
    She opened her mouth, seemed to want to say something more, then shook her head. “Nothing. Thank you again.”
    He hurried into the hall, not sure whether he’d made a narrow escape—or the worst mistake of his life.

Ten
    The room felt empty with him gone. Lily stood there, arms crossed over her chest, wondering when she’d gotten so used to his presence. When their friendship had become physical attraction, their physical attraction something even more.
    She sighed and opened the suitcase, her gaze falling on the silky purple concoction from La Perla. Bringing it had been impulsive. Maybe she just wanted to feel sexy. To feel like a woman instead of some delicate figurine meant to be seen and not touched. If she could only do it in the privacy of her own room, so be it.
    She stripped off the navy dress she’d thrown on after the flood, letting the blue silk fall to the floor. Then she took off her bra and panties, a delicate ivory set from one of her favorite lingerie boutiques in the city.
    She slid the purple thong up her legs and slipped her arms into the dainty spaghetti straps of the bra, hooking it in the front. Then she went to the full-length mirror and surveyed her reflection, turning this way and that to get a view from all angles.
    It was gorgeous. The deep purple set off her milky skin and contrasted with her blonde hair. The bra, so low cut only a filmy piece of violet tulle prevented her nipples from showing, pushed her breasts up and out.
    She turned around, marveling at the way the thong—together with the black heels she’d been wearing with the navy dress—made her legs look a mile long despite her barely 5’2” height.
    But the velvet bow was the crowning touch. Tied right above her ass, it was an extravagant punctuation mark to the firm roundness of her body.
    It was a bow begging to be undone.
    She sighed, stifling a wave of loneliness. She didn’t need a man to feel sexy. She was in a beautiful hotel room wearing luxurious, opulent lingerie, a giant curtained bed awaiting her. She would enjoy every minute.
    Making a sudden decision, she threw on the matching robe and went to the hotel phone and ordered a bottle of champagne. What was it Scarlet sometimes said? Go hard or go home.
    While she waited for room service, she went to the bed, looking for the train case that held her hairbrush.
    Which was right about the time she realized the case was missing.
    She went into the bathroom to see if Kane had left it there. No such luck. She thought back to when they’d left the house. He’d definitely had it in his hand. It had to be in the back of the Land Rover.
    She sat on the bed, debating her options. She could call Kane to come back with it. He would bring it to her. She