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His toes started to itch and he backed away from the door as if it were a nuclear reactor into listen to reason and get the hell out of Dodge on a bullet train

But speeding backward, his right foot got tangled in the rug and he stu his ar to stop his fall He connected with the shower curtain His fingers fisted the thick plastic, but gravity already had hi up the shower curtain popped under his weight and he landed flat on his back, his head whacking against the laminate floor

Sylvie burst into the bathroo to his side “Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine” Unless you counted his pride

She leaned over hiers sailed, whisper soft, over his head, face, and chest “Are you sure? You could have a concussion”

Herhi tits Full and heavy, they brushed against his cheek as she co for cuts or bumps

Hell, a head wound would be a blessing It would distract her so she wouldn’t notice the tent growing in his lap Again Stupid shower curtain Why couldn’t it have fallen across him?

Sylvie straightened “Looks like you’ll live Can you sit up?”

The plastic crinkled as he discreetly tried to slide it over himself

Her eyes slid doard A smirk curled her lips upward “Yeah, I think you’ll be just fine”

Well, he’d bit the big one at running, and cowering wasn’t his style Maybe he should let her look her fill Rolling to his feet, he stood with his legs braced apart, hands planted on his towel-covered hips, and stared her straight in the face

Her emerald eyes went fuzzy as she sucked on her bottom lip and her nipples popped to attention under her thin shirt

Ha At last the tide was turning in his favor “Okay You wanted to talk?”

“Talk?” She blinked rapidly “Oh Yes About last night”

He jumped in before she could start “I won’t deny I’m attracted to you” She barely caht blue toothpaste se was stuck to her shin “Very attracted But you’relike the cold-blooded bastard who’s after you”