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sand floors, wire new lights, and they’d painted a few walls side by side. It was easy to be with her. She didn’t pry, didn’t ask a million questions he couldn’t answer.
    She accepted him for the way he was.
    Perfect.
    Lucie and Zara joined them in the kitchen after seeing Charles and Olivia out. The four of them seemed to heave a collective sigh.
    “Maybe you should spend the night,” Lucie said to Zara. “The snow is coming fast.”
    Not perfect . He wanted Lucie alone.
    Zara snuck a finger of frosting into her mouth. “We’ll be fine. We only have to get into town where we’re staying at a bed and breakfast. Tomorrow, it’s Madison Avenue for shopping.”
    Lucie frowned. “The roads may be too snowy to get to New York City.”
    Lawson patted Zara’s stomach. “And you’re supposed to be taking it easy. Doctor’s orders.”
    “I need baby clothes! And nursery items.”
    There had to be sixteen boxes of exactly those things stacked in the living room from the shower. Lawson jabbed John, obviously thinking the same thing. “Help me get that stuff out to the SUV, will you?”
    John followed him and started picking up boxes. “Hey, man, if y’all want to stay here tonight, there’s plenty of room.”
    “I know.” Lawson tugged on his coat, zipped it. “Zara doesn’t like it here. Bad memories or some shit. We’ll be fine at the B&B. You and Lucie hang here. Have some alone time. You are staying, right?”
    He tried not to look too eager. “Yeah. I guess so.”
    Lawson grinned. “Maybe you’ll get snowed in.”
    “What if Pegasus gets called up? I’m second-in-command and you’re already on vacation.”
    “Flynn’s got it covered. CJ and the rest of the guys can handle whatever comes up.”
    John sighed. Flynn and CJ. A conceited spook and a crazy jarhead. Great.
    “The team is covered. Relax.”
    They loaded the gifts, some of the leftovers, and a very pregnant Zara into Lawson’s vehicle. She and Lucie hugged and promised to call each other.
    And then it was just Lucie and John, watching them drive away.

Chapter Four
    John watched as Lucie closed the door, set the security system, and turned to him with a nervous smile on her face. “What should we do first?”
    Screw each other blind .
    Whoa, boy . “Um, what do you want to do first?”
    Her eyes widened slightly, as if she were surprised he would ask.
    Did she think he lacked that much control? That he would grab her and strip her naked right here in front of God and country instead of waiting for her to make the first move?
    Her assessment was spot on, then. Grabbing her, he brought her up against his body. Kissed her. Hard.
    Too hard.
    He didn’t know what he thought she’d do. Back away? Slap him? Tell him to slow down? Beg for more? After all, she hadn’t hesitated in the kitchen.
    Exhaling hard, she drew back. “Give me your phone.”
    He scanned her face, her lips, her neck. What was she up to? “Why?”
    Her answer was to crook her fingers in a give it to me gesture.
    Whatever it took to get her naked. He fished the cell phone from his pocket, handed it to her. Smiling, she walked across the floor to the fireplace and shut off the phone. Laid it on the mantel. Hers was already there. “No phones. Not this weekend.”
    Hardball. Now they were well and truly alone. No interruptions. No outside influences. Just her and him.
    It felt weird. Being disconnected from the world and being so connected to a person .
    Since that person was Lucie, it also felt right.
    Shit . His chest tightened. For a second, he had to focus on breathing. That kind of connection was off-limits. The physical stuff? Yeah, he could handle that. But that was it. He’d get her naked, get his hands and his mouth on her. Drive her wild just one more time. And then he’d stay the fuck away.
    He stalked toward her. “Aren’t you hot with all those clothes on?”
    A repeat of the kitchen incident, she fell into his arms, going after him as fast he did