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Two days later Bailey was in her office--the living rooe co to finish up a job for a local health-food store She’d been co froe coup and she’d been hugely excited when she’d landed it over several other, bigger graphic design companies

But all she could think about was the resort, specifically one Hudson Kincaid, and how his lean, hard, hot body had been pressed up against hers She could still feel his warth…

She’d ordered supplies for theto do with Hudson

And she’dhi ti this one pro bono She was doing it for Carrie, the woht but loved her boys so very much

Because it absolutely was not for Mr Tall, Dark, and Sexy Grurandma on her desk and smiled "Anda kiss to the wole day

Behind her, the front door opened A heartbeat later, two hands settled on her shoulders and a ently kneaded the knots "You should take a break"

With a sigh she turned to face Aaron, and his handsome face creased into a smile

"I don’t need a break," she said "And what are you doing here?"

"You usually nap in the afternoons," he said "I just wanted to see if you needed anything"

She did her best to hold back the teht For years she’d napped in the afternoons because she’d barely had the energy or stah the day "I haven’t napped in ot shadows under your eyes," he said

"Aw You say the nicest things" She turned back to her co e him

"Bailey, honey, we both know you went back to work too soon You’re pushing yourself too hard--"

"Aaron, stop"

"Just because you duer friends," he said

He said thismildly Just as he’d loved her rateful for all he’d done for her, and she truly was

But she had so h her at all times, wild uncontrolled emotions, and sometimes she resented that he didn’t

"Don’t ask round," he said quietly

"I’" She took her hands off the keyboard, e to chuck it at his head--a terrible thought and a terrible instinct that she hated herself for--as she slowly turned to face the first and only man she’d ever loved

She’d fallen for hirade She’d just had her first che sick, but she’d refused toat the slide on the big screen in front of the classroo to make it out of there in tiht into Aaron’s backpack as he held it open for her, so to hold her hair back as well

He’d been holding her hair back ever since Metaphorically But God, how she wished that he’d show her an emotion, any emotion other than e for that

Tooher like a piece of fragile glass thathi to see hi for hiainst the wall…

"How about lunch?" he asked

"Ex-fiancés don’t do lunch"