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was no
time to supply the plane as usual.”
    The bread appeared fresh-baked, and the fillings of
paper-thin slices of roast beef and Parma ham smelled delectable. The salads of
fresh tomatoes and rounds of soft mozzarella sprinkled with chopped basil and
drizzled with olive oil made her mouth water just to look at them. Amanda could
not imagine how anyone could find fault, and said so at once.
    Relief lightened the attendant’s face. “I’ll bring the wine
then.”
    She almost told her not to bother, but realized that
Nicholas had probably ordered that as well as the food. He would expect to see
it when he returned from wherever he’d disappeared while she slept.
    Unfastening her seat belt as the flight attendant returned
to the forward area where the galley must be located, she got to her feet. She
was stiff from sitting, and in need of a restroom. There being no sign of such
a thing in the sitting area, she made her way back toward the sleeping area
that had been pointed out to her.
    It was actually more of a bedroom, one that was in near
darkness. Not only were the window shades pulled down, but the daylight had
been lost as they flew east into the night.
    Her impression was of a luxurious space, softly carpeted,
with the bulk of a full size bed in its darker back depths. As no lights
burned, she assumed Nicholas must have decided to rest there.
    A rectangular glow indicated the door of what must be the
bathroom. She eased toward it as soundlessly as possible. The last thing she
wanted to do was disturb him.
    She heard the subdued buzz of a small motor just before the
door swung inward. It was too late to stop it.
    Nicholas stood at the wash basin, using the mirror above it
as he ran an electric razor over the stubble on his chin.
    He was spectacularly naked.
    A sharp breath rasped in her throat as she took in the
sight.
    He turned, his eyes resting on her face as he lifted a dark
brow. “There is something I can do for you?” he asked.
    “No!” she exclaimed in strangled embarrassment while hot
color poured into her face. “I’m so sorry. I just wanted—”
    Her brain could not assemble her need and the words to express
it into a coherent sentence. Nor could she seem to drag her gaze from the
sun-burnished musculature of his chest with its lyre shape of fine, dark hair,
his flat, hard abdomen, the sculpting of his arms and shoulders, his long
straight legs with their well-defined muscles. As for his groin, the impressive
length springing from a starburst of fine dark hair seemed ready to oblige in
any way she might require.
    “By all means.” He reached for a towel and whipped it around
his waist, tucking in the ends. Standing aside, he gave her a small bow as he indicated
she was to enter.
    “I can come back later.”
    “No, no. Please.”
    What could she do except accept his gesture? At least she
could breathe again now that he was covered, even if at a faster rate than
normal. She sidled past him while keeping her gaze glued somewhere in the
vicinity of his chin, the only semi-safe place on his body.
    “I’m sorry,” she said, “I thought you were asleep.”
    A short laugh left him. “I thought the same of you.”
    “Sandwiches and coffee are ready.”
    “And you need to wash your hands, I understand,” he said in
smooth understanding. “Don’t hurry.”
    He no doubt meant he would be getting dressed in the bedroom
during that time. Interrupting him in that process would not be a good idea. “I
won’t,” she said fervently.
    He made no reply, but closed her into the bathroom with a
gentle snap of the latch. But she thought she heard a low laugh before he moved
away from the other side.
    So he was amused by her discomfort, or perhaps her naiveté.
Well, to the devil with him! He might be used to parading around in front of
women in naked magnificence, but she didn’t make a habit of walking in on
unclothed men.
    Not that he was the only one she’d ever seen, of course. She
and Jason, a