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Tonight--he spared another glance at the clock, his dark face lighting with a s as human as a man could possibly be

"Are you ready to shop, ka-lyrra?"

Gabby blinked and turned toward the door Adaainst the doorja only a towel She looked hastily away But it was too late, the ilossy black hair slicked back fros Itty-bitty towel Eternally present heavy bulge lifting said itty-bitty towel

A tiny, dreah

"I didn’t hear you coaze on the TV She’d been sitting in the living roo for hi dirty, smelly jeans back on over her clean skin, she’d hand-washed her clothes in the tub, hoping they’d be dry byit She needed more than a robe on around hiht peevishly How dare he just saunter about flaunting all that golden, muscular, masculine splendidness?

"I sifted directly into the shower"

"There’s another robe in the bathroohtly

"I know I ripped it down the back when I tried to put it on Men aren’t built like me in your century, are they?"

Oh, for heaven’s sake, Greek gods aren’t built like you, she thought irritably

"Co her up by a hand "Let’s go"

Taking a deep breath, she stood and forced herself to look directly into his face, denying herself even the tiniest skiaze e at her lapel He wet his lip and gave her a slow s in his dark face The pink tip of his tongue danced against his teeth for afor?" Oh, God, she thought dismally, had that been her breathy voice? Had the fourteen-year-old part of her psyche taken over control of her vocal cords?

"Clothing, unless you’re co but that robe for the next few days," he said silkily "I’m certainly fine with it"