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at her temple to fend off an approaching headache.

      “Loosen your hair,” Cannon suggested, but the way he said it made it sound sexual instead of sensible.

      “It’s okay.” She dropped her hand, then went straight to her top concern. “You really intend to stay at the house?”

      Folding his hands behind his head, he nodded. “Yup.”

      Keeping her attention on his face instead of his awesome physique proved impossible. That particular position put outstanding biceps on display and pulled his soft cotton T-shirt taut over the solid surface of his chest and rigid abs.

      Just looking at him made her breathe deeper. But then, thinking about him did that to her, too. Being in close, personal proximity with him, seeing his easy smile and modest attitude, was enough to keep her flushed with sexual curiosity.

      God, the man was fine. Wide, solid shoulders, narrow hips and his... She swallowed hard and skipped her gaze past his lap to his long, solid legs.

      Stop, she ordered herself. Only a masochist would continue teasing herself when she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

      Reminded of her deficiency, Yvette snatched up her purse and shrugged the strap over her shoulder. “All right, then. I guess I’ll see you there.”

      All kinds of suspicious, Cannon sat forward. “You’re still going there, too?”

      Ah, so he’d hoped to find an altruistic way to spare her from staying at the big, bad house where all her trauma had occurred.

      Her lip almost curled—with self-derision. “Yes, I am.” He’d see that she didn’t need to be saved. “Is that a problem?”

      Maybe now he’d bow out.

      Instead he unfolded that long, tall body until he stood over her. Too close. So close that she felt the heat radiating off him.

      He kept doing that, getting in her space in an intimate way. Making her heart race. Making her want things she couldn’t have.

      He touched her chin. “Not for me.”

      Oh. The way he said that, as if he expected it to be a problem for her.... And it would be. A torturous, frustrating problem—one she’d deal with on her own. “There are three bedrooms and two baths, so it should be fine.”

      With probing intensity, his gaze moved over her face. “If you say so.”

      Discretion being the better part of valor, she decided to retreat.

      Catching her arm before she’d taken a single step, Cannon used his thumb to caress her skin. “It’ll be just the two of us, alone there together.”

      “Well, I hope so.” She hadn’t even considered the alternative, but maybe she should have. Unpleasant possibilities had her glaring. “You don’t plan to move anyone else in, do you? Mary or some other woman?”

      He laughed before catching himself. “No.” Showing no signs of offense, he caught her other arm, too. “Just you and me.”

      The way he stared at her mouth prompted her to lick her lips.

      Bad idea, given the flare in his blue eyes.

      “I’ll, ah, give you privacy.” It took all her conviction not to lean into him, to resist the lure of his nearness. “If that’s what you’re worried about.”

      “Not even close.”

      The rough velvet words weakened her resolve. “Then—”

      “My worry is a man and woman alone with beds nearby.” He drew her up to her tiptoes. “Unless that’s what you want.”

      She couldn’t think. “What?” she whispered.

      His breath teased over her lips. “Us, together.” His voice went deeper, rougher. “Making use of the beds.”

      When she only stared at him, she saw the smile in his eyes—seconds before his mouth touched the corner of hers.

      “Sex,” he breathed.

      “Oh.” He wanted to have sex with her. “You’re coming on to me?”

      Wry humor kicked up the corner of his mouth. “Seriously? You can’t tell? I must be losing my touch.”

      No, his touch was dead-on, heating her with sizzling awareness. “But you just sent Mary away!”

      As if she should have understood, he said, “You aren’t Mary.”

      The surprise bubbled out as a small laugh. Appalled at herself, Yvette put a hand to his chest. She meant to lever herself away, but instead, the solid muscles had her curling her fingers against him. “No,” she said with apology. “I’m not.”

      His thumbs started that wicked caressing again. “I’m glad.”

      Only because he didn’t understand the major difference: Mary could accommodate him, but she could not.

      Knowing she had to be fair, Yvette tried to explain. “You might want to rethink things. With Mary, I mean. See...I don’t...” Was there a polite way to put it? No, there wasn’t. “Do that.”

      Comical confusion showed in his expression.

      And no wonder. She sounded so absurd. “That is, I’m not... I can’t...”

      “Can’t?”

      “Won’t?”

      He searched her face. “Pick one.”

      She blew out a breath. “Don’t.” Now she pushed away from him, but landing back on her own feet without support left her shaky. “I don’t.” Gesturing, she explained, “Do that.”

      Dubious, his gaze roamed over her from head to toes and back again. “You don’t have sex?”

      “No.” And now, with him so near and so...focused, she had more regrets than ever.

      “You’re not a virgin.”

      She sputtered over the accusing way he said that. “No, but that was then, and now...” She rubbed her brow. “Sorry if I’m confusing you. But I don’t do any of that anymore. I mean dating or sex or anything. So anyway, you see, there’s no problem.” Her smile fell flat. More discussion was not going to make any of this better. Knowing that, she backed up one step, then another. “I’m going to head out now.”

      Discontent furrowed his brows, making his blue eyes incendiary. “You’re going to say that and then just book?”

      Definitely. Inching toward the door, she nodded. “I’m exhausted.” To give credence to that excuse, she staged a huge yawn. “I need some sleep. You probably do, too.”

      He didn’t move.

      “So...I’ll see you there. Whenever. Don’t hurry on my account, though.” She backed through the doorway. “I think Mary is still waiting for you.”

      The frown got darker. “Forget Mary.”

      “Okay, sure.” She continued inching away. “You have a key to get in, right?”

      Muscled arms crossed over his chest and he looked down his nose at her. “Yeah.”

      “Okay, then I’ll leave the door braces off.”

      “Door braces?”

      “Added security. You know...those bars that... Never mind. I’ll show you. Later.” She cleared her throat. “When you’re there. Though probably not until tomorrow because I’m going straight to bed—”

      “I’m coming now.” He started toward her.

      “You don’t have to!” More than anything she wanted to avoid another confrontation until she had her wits collected and could speak without sounding like an idiot. She could accomplish that by being in her

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