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really, really sorry you don’t have any pajamas. You’ll have to sleep naked. Yay!”
    Our female neighbor gasped as she reached for a cracker.
    “Glad you’re happy. Are you eating that?” Solomon pointed his fork at my plate. “Can I?”
    “Human garbage disposal.”
    “Thank you.” And Solomon finished off my plate. I decided that was a good thing because he would probably need the energy. However, when we climbed into the car a little later, and Solomon did his cursory visual checks as always, I couldn’t help wondering if he would have turned down my offer if any of the guys at work were likely to be in the neighborhood. The secret relationship thing was great in parts: no one to tease me, no one to imply I got my job through sleeping with the boss while I try to convince them that I wasn’t when he offered me the job, and no one to get my mother’s hopes up that she might have finally married me off — but it also had its downsides. We had yet to dine somewhere without worrying about running into other people we knew, not that I knew for sure if Solomon had any close friends, and we never made PDAs. Even hand-holding ran a risk of us being found out so we didn’t.
    A part of me kind of wanted to be exposed, perhaps so that Lily wouldn’t be my only friend who knew, or so I could go public with the relationship and not worry about it affecting my work life. I just didn’t know if Solomon felt the same. How I felt about that, I wasn’t sure, but there was much less worry, dented pride, and even a tiny bit of relief at the lack of interference from everyone else.
     
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    When I awoke the next morning, sated and yawning, I could feel Solomon next to me, warmth radiating from his body. We slept in the guest bedroom downstairs while I finished painting my bedroom in the attic.. Although I missed my new, king-sized bed upstairs, at least the kitchen was downstairs and within staggering distance. The scent of coffee hung in the air so I figured he’d already gotten up, made a pot, and returned to bed, all without waking me. He was stealthy like that. Again, I was glad he was on my team and not out to rob me, because I really wouldn’t have heard a thing.
    I stretched until the tips of my toes touched the footboard and my fingertips the headboard, then rolled over and snuggled into him. His arms went around me and I smooshed my head against his muscular chest. My tongue stayed in my mouth by sheer force of will. I couldn’t think of a better way to start the day. Or a much better way to end it either. After the past forty-eight hours, it was tempting not to get up at all.
    “Can we stay here all day?” I asked, my voice muffled against his skin.
    “I heard ‘mumph-mumph day’,” said Solomon, tucking a piece of hair that had fallen across my face behind my ear.
    I lifted my head, and looked sleepily up at him. Damn it, he’d already had a shower and brushed his teeth, while my hair was still stuck to one side of my face. Peeking under the quilt, I saw he was clad only in boxers. Tight ones. Hubba. I repeated the question, adding, “How long ago did you get up?”
    “I wish, and around an hour. I had some phone calls to make. Speaking of calls, your phone keeps buzzing.”
    “Did you look?”
    “No.”
    “What if it was another guy?”
    Solomon raised his eyebrows skeptically. All the same, he said, “Your business.”
    “Might be a hot date,” I teased, waiting for the reaction that never came. What was up with that? “You can look if you want. It’s probably Lily. Or my mom.”
    “Has your mom taken up any new hobbies?” Solomon grinned. I remembered the one time I took him to a family dinner and my mother wanted him to enroll in a survival skills class. Like he needed it. He politely declined and I got lumped with both the class and the practical excursion. My mother’s gift of a knife came in handy though, and I still had it, just in case I needed to cut