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“Who ever heard of cleaning your nails with a dirty knife?” she countered with a vague shrug

At the top of the stairs, he noticed the sliver of light showing beneath the door to theof his nerves, an alertness that ran through hi tenderness He didn’t hear Cat’s low-voiced “Good night” as he reached for the doorknob

The sitting rooht on the door Ty walked straight through to the bedroo acream into her smooth facial skin Her eyes met the reflection of his in the mirror, coolly confident

The satiny fabric of her nightgown exposed her white shoulders and enticingly outlined her round, fir a button pattern under the material It was a feminine sexuality so understated that it was blatant It irritated him that she had not doubted he would return to it But it always sees

Her cal up for him Ty believed it until he picked up the satin robe on the bed to move it so he could sit down and pull off his boots The robe still held the warmth of her body, which indicated it had only been removed in the last few minutes She hadn’t wanted it to appear that she had been waiting up for hiames

“I’lad you came home before I went to bed, Ty,” she said and fixed the lid on the jar of crearace and slink “I wanted you to know that I’ht I was upset and spoke rashly”

Ty barely looked at her while shethe lines so well He pulled off his boots and set them on the floor at the foot of the bed

r />Unable to endure his silence any longer, Tara laughed, exasperated “I’ve apologized Can’t you at least say so?”

“What would you likehis shirttail out of his pants to unbutton it “I’e them”

“I hate it e quarrel, Ty” Shehis shirt, so expertly coy and alluring “Let’s kiss and make up,” she coaxed

The heat of her kiss burned at the edges of his memory and taunted him with its closeness It was always like this; he only had to be close to her to ree There was so blind about this desire

And there was so a tily of their own volition, his hands curved onto her silken-s them When he kissed her, Ty felt the start of a response; then she pulled back and swung away from him

He hesitated, but in the end he didn’t pursue her Maybe she had tasted Jessy on his lips Wos, he’d learned He let out a sigh and raked a hand through his hair

Inside, Tara was seething with rage She didn’t understand this instinct that told her he’d come to her from the ar in the way he kissed her, as if co Only one woman came to mind—that she-bitch Jessy Niles

“Ty—” She fought down the anger, s out her voice