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tones and the fireplace was open to this room as well. His king-size bed took up one wall, and next to it he had an overstuffed chair with a matching ottoman. The windows ran floor to ceiling, separated by French doors leading out to what looked to be an enormous deck.
    â€œYou okay?” he asked.
    â€œWhat? Oh, yes,” she stammered. “I just stepped the wrong way.” Liar, liar, liar! There was no way she was going to tell him how much his bedroom suited him or that she was now imagining him sprawled out in that massive bed.
    If Lucas had suspected anything else, he kept it to himself and continued moving Emma toward the master bath. This time Emma forced herself not to react. The bathroom was a wonder of stone tile and marble, with many spa-like features. The shower could easily fit four people and the sunken jetted tub was like a small swimming pool. When she didn’t move from his arms, Lucas cleared his throat.
    â€œOh, thank you. I think I can manage from here,” she said and didn’t dare look at Lucas. Emma wanted to smack herself in the head. Manage from here? It wouldn’t matter if the floor was covered in broken glass, there was no way she was asking Lucas to help her! As soon as he removed his arm from around her waist, she missed the support of his strength. Taking a small step forward, she was thankful when she heard the door close. Immediately she sank against the double vanity.
    And almost let out a scream.
    Whatever she was picturing in her mind about her appearance had been far too generous. The bump on her head was a hideous shade of purple and all her makeup was gone. Her skin was pale and her normally sleek and styled hair was now completely out of control. The curls that she took painful care to straighten were a riotous mess around her face.
    Fabulous.
    Just abso-freakin-lutely fabulous.
    â€œI am never taking a vacation again,” she chanted as she hopped across the bathroom to take care of business. By the time she was back in front of the vanity, Emma wished she had her overnight bag with her. At least then she would have been able to fix her face and put her hair up in a ponytail or something.
    â€œWell, it’s not like he ever found you attractive before,” she reminded herself. Doing her best to stay off of her foot, Emma carefully hopped out of the bathroom and was almost back in the living room when Lucas spotted her.
    â€œWhat the hell?” he said as he stormed toward her. “Why didn’t you call me?”
    â€œIt wasn’t necessary.”
    â€œReally?” he asked sarcastically.
    â€œYes, really,” she said defiantly as she put her sore foot firmly on the ground and bit back a curse at the pain that shot up her leg. “I told you before I don’t need you waiting on me. I’ll be fine.”
    Lucas’s face was a portrait of barely concealed rage. He towered over her five-foot-four frame and glared down into her now wide blue eyes. “I am not going to keep having this same argument with you tonight, Emma,” he said in a tone so low that it was nearly a growl. “You cannot possibly be this stubborn.”
    â€œReally? You want to lecture me on being stubborn?” she snapped back. “Because let me tell you something, Lucas, you wrote the book on being stubborn!”
    He wanted to argue, he really did, but he was too taken aback at her words. Honestly, Lucas couldn’t remember the last time anyone had talked back to him or dared to challenge him. Since his injury, people took pity on him or tried to be upbeat and encouraging; this was the first time anyone told him to his face that he had a problem.
    He kind of liked it.
    â€œWell, it’s a good thing we’re not talking about me then, isn’t it?”
    Now it was Emma’s turn to growl. “Look, I don’t know how it is that I ended up here at your place rather than your folks’ but I am certainly not an