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in her ap-pe-aran-ce and knew most men con-si-de-red her an at-trac-ti-ve wo-man.
    Erin ope-ned the do-or hal-f-way and gla-red at the han-d-so-me de-vil stan-ding on her do-or-s-tep. "What do you want?" she as-ked, her to-ne surly. She'd le-ar-ned the first ti-me Jim's gran-d-son sho-wed up at her ca-bin that he per-ce-ived any ple-asan-t-ness on her part as an open in-vi-ta-ti-on. Not-hing wo-uld ple-ase him mo-re than sco-ring with his gran-d-fat-her's mis-t-ress.
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    "Wake up on the wrong si-de of the bed?" As he pla-ced his hand on the do-or fra-me, he le-aned for-ward. "If you'd wo-ke up with me be-si-de you, you'd be in a much bet-ter mo-od."
    "It's early. I've had only one cup of cof-fee. I'm not in the mo-od for yo-ur ga-mes. I re-pe-at, what do you want?"
    When he mo-ved to-ward her, she in-s-tin-c-ti-vely eased bac-k-ward, not wan-ting the-ir bo-di-es to to-uch. She didn't trust this man, didn't fe-el en-ti-rely sa-fe aro-und him. She wasn't physi-cal-ly af-ra-id of him, be-ca-use she knew she co-uld han-d-le him, if it ca-me to that. The fe-ar she felt was mo-re ba-sic, a to-tal-ly emo-ti-onal res-pon-se.
    Once in-si-de, Jamie he-aded stra-ight for the li-ving ro-om. Erin huf-fed, re-sig-ned her-self to en-du-ring Jamie's pre-sen-ce for the ti-me be-ing, and shut the do-or. When she en-te-red her li-ving ro-om, she fo-und him al-re-ady lo-un-ging on her so-fa, with his fe-et prop-ped up on the cof-fee tab-le. He lo-oked as if he'd be-en out all night. His tux was wrin-k-led, his bow tie mis-sing, and his shirt but-to-ned up wrong. A hint of brown stub-ble on his pretty boy fa-ce ga-ve him a ra-kish ap-pe-aran-ce. And that's what Jamie was all rig-ht-a ra-ke. A bo-na fi-de, old-fas-hi-oned ra-ke.
    Of co-ur-se, cal-ling him a ra-ke was a com-p-li-ment in com-pa-ri-son to the ot-her ap-prop-ri-ate na-mes that ca-me to mind.
    "I'm get-ting myself anot-her cup of cof-fee. Wo-uld you ca-re for so-me?" she as-ked as she pas-sed thro-ugh the li-ving ro-om and star-ted to-ward the kit-c-hen.
    "I'll set-tle for cof-fee, but what I'd re-al-ly li-ke is so-me tea and sympathy. You know abo-ut that, don't you, Erin? It's when an ol-der wo-man ta-kes a yo-un-ger man in-to her bed to com-fort him."
    Erin pa-used, but didn't bot-her lo-oking back when she sa-id, "My gu-ess is that you've spent the night in so-me-one's bed get-ting plenty of sympathy or wha-te-ver the hell you want to call it. I sug-gest that if you ne-ed mo-re, you re-turn to the ge-ne-ro-us lady who so wil-lingly ga-ve it to you ear-li-er."
    As she en-te-red the kit-c-hen, she he-ard him la-ug-hing. Dam-ned ob-no-xi-o-us boy. Hur-ri-edly she po-ured cof-fee in-to two mugs and re-tur-ned to the li-ving ro-om. When she held out a mug for him, he pat-ted the so-fa.
    "Sit with me."
    She eyed him skep-ti-cal-ly and sho-ok her he-ad.
    He ac-cep-ted the cof-fee. "I pro-mi-se I won't bi-te."
    "No, but I might. I might bi-te a plug out of that big he-ad of yo-urs and bring it back down to a nor-mal si-ze."
    "You think I'm an ego-tis-ti-cal bas-tard, don't you?"
    "If the shoe fits…"
    Erin to-ok a se-at op-po-si-te him, with the mas-si-ve squ-are oak coc-k-ta-il tab-le bet-we-en them. "I sup-po-se you know you'll ha-ve a gre-at de-al of ex-p-la-ining to do when you go ho-me. The who-le town is pro-bably buz-zing with gos-sip abo-ut yo-ur le-aving yo-ur fi-an-c-ée alo-ne at yo-ur Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    en-ga-ge-ment party last night."
    "I sta-yed for ho-urs. I spo-ke to ever-yo-ne, ac-cep-ted go-od wis-hes, pre-sen-ted myself as the du-ti-ful fi-ancé. I didn't le-ave un-til ne-arly ele-ven."
    "You left be-fo-re half the gu-ests did. How do you think that ma-de yo-ur fi-an-cee fe-el?"
    "She knows I'm a cad… and lo-ves me an-y-way. "Jamie bro-ught the cof-fee mug to his lips.
    "Strong and black. Just the way I li-ke it."
    "I fe-el sorry for