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      “Thanks again.” Kelly twisted off the cap and took a long drink of chilled water with a refreshing lemon flavor.

      “Por nada,” Maria said. “It’s nothing.”

      With a slight bow, Maria exited, closing the door behind her, and Kelly released a sigh. Had she fallen down a rabbit hole today, or what? She grabbed the robe, draped it over her shoulders and stepped to a window to check out the view.

      Wow. Yeah, the white-capped ocean took her breath away, but the huge pool, surrounded by towering palm trees swaying in the breeze, was equally spectacular. Swimming was her favorite form of exercise, but hard to manage with her schedule.

      Yeah, right. Mr. Trey Wentworth would have no problem with her making herself right at home with a dip in his pool.

      What a paradise. Wondering just how big this so-called villa was, she shook her head as she imagined the cost to maintain this palace. She couldn’t wait to tell Lana and Patrice, two of her fellow rookies, about her adventure into billionaire-land.

      But first she needed to shower, warm up and get out of here. Kelly grabbed a towel from the bed and hurried into the bathroom, where the tasteful luxury made it a perfect place to dreamily soak your troubles away.

      Under different circumstances. Get moving, rookie.

      Kelly stepped to the shower and swiveled on the water. She placed the robe on the gleaming marble counter, removed her running shoes and socks, then stripped and stepped through a mist of steam into a strong stream of hot water. Finally. Relishing the warmth, she turned her back to the cascade and on the other wall spotted another set of nozzles. Wondering what would happen, she turned those on, too, and soon jets of delicious heat seeped into her muscles from front and rear.

      She washed her hair with shampoo from a pump container conveniently built into the wall, and then rinsed it with a silky conditioner that released the same citrus fragrance. She lathered all over with a shower gel that left her skin soft and smooth.

      She emerged from the shower a new woman, relaxed and ready to tackle any problem. After drying off, she enfolded her warm, happy body with the robe, cinched the tie and realized she had to put back on the same damp clothing she’d arrived in.

      Maybe Wentworth would loan her some sweats.

      Kelly found a comb next to the sink, ran it through her shoulder length hair, and then used the blow dryer to take her hair from soaking to damp. All the amenities of a hotel. Except a toothbrush, so she rinsed her mouth with the lemon water and exited the bath to find several sets of shorts and polo shirts laid out on the bed.

      Well, how about that. A quick check told her Wentworth had guessed her size correctly. Or, anyway, he’d managed to narrow it down to two choices. The man obviously knew his way around a woman’s body. His thoughtfulness elevated her opinion of him.

      Was he considerate or just didn’t want her walking around looking sloppy? She frowned at her thoughts. She was being judgmental, and she was way too relaxed for that.

      Not to mention too hungry.

      As she loosened the robe’s tie to change into the new clothes, Kelly heard a commotion in the hallway and turned toward the door. Someone was stampeding past the door.

      “Mommy!” she heard Jason scream. “Mommy! Where are you?”

      What the hell?

      Kelly stepped into the hall and spotted the kid running furiously in the direction of the staircase screaming for his mother.

      “Jason,” she said. “Here I am.”

      The kid turned, spotted her and reversed direction.

      “Mommy,” he shrieked.

      She tried to brace herself, but Jason launched himself into the air, grabbing her around her hips, and she lost her footing.

      Kelly twisted so she took the force of the fall. As her butt landed on the marble floor, she protected Jason’s head by holding it against her soft middle with both hands. Kid was screwed up enough already.

      “Ooomph,” she heard herself say as she hit the floor. Pain shot through her hip, but she tightened her abs to prevent her own skull from slamming down. Out of breath, she lay still for a moment and stared at the ceiling as she assessed her body for damage.

      So much for my relaxing shower.

      She felt cool air where she shouldn’t at the same time she heard noises from Jason, and raised her head to gaze down to where she cradled him against her abdomen. Her bare abdomen. Damn. The robe had come open. Her breasts were exposed. Talk about a wardrobe malfunction.

      Jason lifted his cheek and their gazes met. He grinned and began to giggle. Thanks a lot, kid.

      But it was the first time she’d seem him smile and this was ridiculous. A laugh bubbled up from Kelly’s chest. She needed to cover herself, but the robe had slid off her shoulders and the terrycloth was all tangled beneath her.

      “God, are you two all right?”

      Kelly’s gaze snapped toward the demanding male voice. Trey Wentworth stood frozen at the end of the hallway wearing a horrified expression. He saw everything.

      Releasing a breath, she closed her eyes. This day just kept getting worse and worse.

      * * *

      TREY WATCHED AS Kelly leaped to her feet and hurriedly secured the front of the robe. Jason reached his arms up, and she hefted him onto her hip.

      “That was fun, Mommy,” he said.

      Trey hurried down the hall toward them doubting if she agreed. He couldn’t help but notice she’d deliberately taken the brunt of the fall, protecting his son.

      “Are you okay?” he asked.

      “Fine,” she said, her face a healthy pink, unable to meet his gaze.

      Trey shifted his gaze to his grinning son. “Jason, it’s not nice to knock people down.”

      His smile faded. “Sorry, Daddy. I woke up and got scared ’cause I couldn’t find Mommy.”

      Trey evaluated his son. He hadn’t slept long enough to clear his head, and most likely he’d experienced troubling dreams again. Maybe Dr. Carico could give him a sedative and ensure he slept through the night.

      “No harm done,” Jenkins said. “Except to my dignity.”

      “I’ll bet you end up with a nasty bruise.”

      “Maybe,” she said. “Hey, thanks for the clothes. Much appreciated.”

      “You’re welcome. Lunch is waiting,” Trey said. “Come downstairs when you’re ready.”

      Jason grumbled when she returned him to the floor, so Trey stepped forward and took his hand. “Let’s go eat, Jase. Mommy needs to get dressed.”

      Jason frowned, remaining stubbornly in place. “Why can’t we stay with Mommy while she gets dressed?”

      Trey glanced to Kelly. When their gazes collided, an unexpected arc of awareness shot between them. Yeah, he’d definitely like to watch her get dressed. Her breasts were magnificent. Perfectly formed and completely natural, a rare thing among the women in his social circle. He wouldn’t mind confirming the rest of her body was just as stunning.

      “I’ll be right there, Jason,” she promised, breaking the moment. “Just give me a minute, okay.”

      “Greta made your favorite sandwich just for you,” Trey said, wondering where his inappropriate thoughts had come from.

      “Peanut butter and jelly?” Jason asked in a hopeful voice.

      “Yes.”

      “Grape jelly?”

      “Of course.”

      “Okay,

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