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machine you’re always poking fun at, you seem well-acquainted with it.”
    “Hey, I’m not stupid. No point cutting my nose off to spite my face.” He grinned at her. “I might not see the point in spending thousands of dollars on a kitchen gadget, but that doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy it if someone else does.”
    “Good thing Wade isn’t above indulging himself then.”
    “Damn straight. That boy can spend ‘til his heart’s content. Nothing will go to waste while I’m around.”
    “Speaking of indulging, would you watch a movie with me?” His gaze snapped up to meet hers and she chewed the inside of her lip waiting for his answer.
    “Chick flick?”
    She smiled. “Probably. Depends on what Wade has.”
    “I think he got the latest Wolverine movie the other week.”
    Vee arched an eyebrow. “You’re a Hugh Jackman fan?”
    “Hell no, but those action sequences are worth watching. You can perv on Hugh.”
    “Ah, I see. You are a Wolverine fan. The character, not the actor.”
    “Guilty.” Steam hissed as Brent frothed milk. “I think I still have my original comic books upstairs somewhere.”
    “Really? I never thought of you as a comic book nut.”
    “Oh, I was never a fanatic, but I did enjoy the odd X-Men comic.”
    “So you were into the whole superhero thing then.”
    “Not really. It was more about beating the crap out of the bad guys.” He pushed a mug towards her. “Here, try that.”
    Steam rose from the cup bringing the unmistakable scent of her favourite coffee blend. And, if her nose didn’t deceive her, Brent had even added a shot of vanilla. She hadn’t been paying too much attention to what he was doing, but now she watched him while he made his own drink.
    “You really do know how to use that thing.”
    “Have you tasted Wade’s attempts to use it?”
    Vee laughed. “Ah, yeah. He’s not the most skilled barista.”
    “No, he’s not. And that’s after he did the course Emily gave him for Christmas.” Brent topped his cup off with frothed milk and, putting it aside, cleaned the machine.
    “He did the course already?” Vee took a sip of her latte. It was as good as, if not better than, any she’d purchased in a café or restaurant. “Damn, this is good.”
    Brent turned towards her, one eyebrow arched.
    She shrugged. “I didn’t expect you to have a talent with coffee.”
    “I have many talents, Vee. Coffee is only one of them.”

Chapter Three
    Brent scrubbed the milk jug with unnecessary force. The innuendo in his last words echoed in the room. He’d heard Vee’s sharp intake of breath, but he hadn’t been man enough to watch her reaction. Instead he’d turned his back and busied himself with something the dishwasher could do. He was treading on eggshells and planting his size elevens squarely in the middle of them wasn’t a good idea. Not after the night she’d had. Drawing in a deep breath, he concentrated on cleaning up and hoped Vee would ignore his comment.
    She deserved to feel safe – not threatened in any way – now that she was home. He needed to remember that. If she closed up on him again, reverted back to ignoring him, he didn’t know how he’d get through to her. For now, she was open, smiling – something she hadn’t done with him in years – and Brent wanted to make sure she stayed that way. He’d bite his tongue off before he said anything else to unsettle her.
    She’d asked him to watch a movie and, while sitting in Wade’s plush theatre seats appealed, it was sitting next to her knowing she wasn’t wearing a bra that could do him in. He closed his eyes and tried to erase the image of her unconfined breasts moving beneath her t-shirt from his mind. She wasn’t large in the boob department, but what she had was sufficient to keep him happy.
    His hands jerked, the jug crashing against the stainless steel sink as he lost his grip. Cursing, he chased the slick container, making more noise that a troop of tap dancers before he