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Lord, the guy was a stranger. His words shouldn’t make her feel all giddy. She still wasn’t sure he hadn’t been raised by wolves. Maybe he just camped out a lot with the guys. Even if he had amnesia, he wouldn’t forget how to eat, though. Would he?
    She
had
used her hands when picking up her bacon. Maybe he just didn’t recognize the food. He could be from a foreign country. She could believe that more than Surlock’s being raised by wolves.
    She studied him while finishing her breakfast. He held the fork correctly, so he was apparently familiar with utensils.
    “You still don’t remember anything?” she asked.
    He looked up. “I remember you hitting me over the head with a big stick.”
    She cringed. He
would
have to remember that. She took a drink of orange juice, then studied him some more. His hair was neatly trimmed. She also noticed his fingernails looked as if they were manicured—no ragged edges. That kind of blew her raised-by-wolves theory.
    Laborer was probably out of the question, too. Although it wouldn’t be hard to imagine him stripped to the waist, frayed jeans riding low on his hips, his muscles straining as he held a jackhammer in place to break through concrete.
    He finished his food and laid his fork across his plate, forcing her to abandon her newest fantasy.
    “Would you like more?” she asked.
    “No, that was sufficient.”
    Now what to do? She drummed her fingers on the table. He needed clothes that fit, but all the stores in town would still be closed. They couldn’t just sit here staring at each other—no matter how tempting the thought.
    “Would you like to see the rest of the house?” That would give them something to do before they went to town.
    “Yes, I’d like to see how you live.” He stood, but then grabbed the back of the chair.
    She jumped to her feet, rushing over to him. “Are you okay?”
    “Yes. I think I stood too quickly. The room spun for a moment. I’m fine now.”
    “If you would rather sit, we can.”
    “No, I’d like to see more of the house.”
    “Okay, but if you get tired, let me know, and we’ll stop.” When he nodded, she pointed toward the door the maid had come through. “That goes to the kitchen, but Ms. Abernathy doesn’t like anyone in there who’s not authorized.”
    “Ms. Abernathy was the one who brought me clothes this morning. I can see that she would be ruler of her domain. She has a commanding presence.”
    Darcy chuckled. “She does rule with an iron fist, but she takes good care of us.” Darcy opened a set of double doors. “This is what my mother calls the music room. Not that any of us can play.”
    There were two sofas in an ice-blue floral print that were more pretty than comfortable. The four arm chairs weren’t quite as bad. Long, ice-blue silk curtains framed the floor-to-ceiling windows. An antique, faded yellow rug with blue accents warmed the room.
    Her mother called it her Victorian room and had done a lot of the decorating herself, spending an enormous amount of money on priceless vases and antiques. Darcy’s father had said that if it made his wife happy, then what was the harm? He spoiled them both shamelessly, but they loved him anyway.
    Surlock ambled over to the baby grand piano, running his fingers over the keys. “Nice.”
    “Do you play?”
    “I don’t know.” He pulled out the bench and sat down, testing the keys again.
    Suddenly, he began to play a melody she had never heard before.It was absolutely exquisite. She closed her eyes and let the haunting music wash over her. It was powerful and sensuous at the same time. He conjured a whole new fantasy in her mind.
    Heat rushed through her. She closed her eyes and let the melody fill her. He stood naked before her, and when she glanced down, she was naked, too. He stroked his hands over her bare breasts. She moaned, arching her back.
    The music called to her, exploding inside her. Throbbing vibrations caressed raw, exposed nerve endings. His body