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because of the whole…” He made a funny, fumbling gesture with his hand, his cheeks growing pink and Nick had to laugh again. Aidan Rogers was, if nothing else, an open, honest and somehow altogether innocent bugger.
    “Gay thing?” Nick finished for him, grinning.
    “Yeah, that.” Aidan raised his own ice water to his lips and took a drink. “Are you bi?”
    Nick let out his own snort. “Nope.”
    “So the sex clinic thing is just a rumor?”
    The pit of his gut tightened and he swallowed a mouthful. “Nope.”
    Once again, Aidan didn’t say anything. Not for a good couple of minutes at least. “Fair enough,” he eventually said with a nod. “Just out of interest, if I were to say to you, ‘I will die in his fire and beg her for’, what’s the first thing that comes into your head?”
    Life.
    The word—simple but with so much weight he could barely draw breath—came to Nick straightaway, accompanied by an image of McKenzie Wood naked and slicked in perspiration, her lithe little body wrapped in the strong, muscled arms of an equally naked, sweat-slicked Aidan Rogers.
    How could two people he’d never met until today stir something so firmly believed dead?
    And what was he going to do about it?
    The sound of metal scrapping on granite jerked Nick back from the brooding thought and he turned towards Aidan, surprised—and more than a touch disappointed—to find the man on his feet. “So, you’re going to give her the bad news, are you?”
    Aidan let out a short chuckle. “You know what?” An ambivalent expression claimed his face. “I think it’s time I give her something else.”
    Nick raised an eyebrow, his pulse thumping quite hard in his neck. “Why today?”
    “Because a month ago I almost died in a fire.” Aidan’s lips pulled into a small, lopsided smile. “I think a chance is exactly what I’ve been given.”
    With another one of those strangely communicative nods the man walked away, his massive back straight, his shoulders so broad his T-shirt barely stretched over them.
    Nick watched him go, his throat far too dry for a man drinking ice water. “Give her one for me, mate,” he muttered, reaching for his drink, knowing full well he was thirsty for something else.
     
    McKenzie chewed on her thumbnail, her stare fixed on the closed door of her luxurious room. It was a disgusting habit she’d promised herself she wouldn’t indulge in anymore—nail chewing, not door staring—but at the moment, she was so damn nervous she didn’t know what else to do.
    Damn it, what if Aidan didn’t come back?
    What if Nick Blackthorne accepted his drink offer?
    What if they were both right at this very minute removing each other’s clothing in Nick’s room?
    Why are you so worried about this, McKenzie? Why now? What’s going on in your head to make you worry about who Aidan Rogers sleeps with?
    She didn’t know. But something about the way he’d looked at her earlier, like she was the only thing that mattered to him in the world… God, what if she’d made a mistake asking him to—
    The sound of a lock releasing shattered the suffocating silence, and McKenzie started on her chair, her pulse flying as the ultra-chic chrome doorknob turned.
    The door swung inward, Aidan filling the frame for the split second he took to cross the threshold. The sun streaming through the room’s main window bathed him in warm light, picking out the copper-gold in his light brown hair and turning his green eyes brilliant jade. The white T-shirt he wore clung to his body, snug enough to emphasize his perfectly fit physique, loose enough to highlight how little attention he paid to his appearance. Even his almost baggy cargo pants—hanging low on lean hips and faded to a washed-out olive—were a season late, but on Aidan they just looked…
    Sexy.
    McKenzie’s heart slammed into her throat, a hot prickling sensation she didn’t want to analyze racing through her at the sight of his towering presence.
    Face