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Because he was off limits

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Off Limits

Chapter Three

“I look like hell,” she said it before he could Not that he would But still, it felt better to just put it out there There was power in owning it

“You do”

He lifted a napkin froer to the bayseat “Sit”

She obeyed on wobbly legs, and gave him a wide berth, very aware of the fact that she needed a shower

He ignored her keep-away vibes and followed her to the seat He draped the napkin over her lap and then stood back with a grunt of satisfaction, before pointing that saer at the tray “Eat”

He didn’t say another word but did his bodyguard thing He took a step back, elbowed his jacket out of the way, and dropped his hands into his trouser pockets Drawing the expensive fabric dangerously tight over the groin area, creating interesting wrinkles and folds that Vicki was very determined not to notice

Much

It was hard to keep her gaze up and ahen said groin was only slightly above her eye level She was proud of herself for not staring and obediently lifted a perfectly crisped rasher of bacon and nibbled delicately

Even though she wasn’t looking at him, she was acutely aware of his intent observation of her

“Are you just going to stand there watching me?”

“Yes, ma’am”

Gah, not the panty-ainst it this

She ignored him and continued to work on that one piece of bacon He had whipped up a good, old-fashioned fry up Bacon, eggs done just the way she liked thehtly runny yolk—butter sautéed ht brown toast—also exactly how she liked it—with a tall glass of orange juice, and a banana placed beside the plate No coffee in sight Which sucked, because if there was one thing Vicki would have killed for right now, it was a cup of coffee

She opened her le word “No”

“What?”

“You can’t have coffee”

How the—