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How strange, she thought, there were no pictures She laid the wallet back on the desk and studied the other itee-faced Doxa dive watch with a heavy stainless-steel band, and a mixed set of house and car keys That was all

Hardly enough to give her an insight into the ht There had been other men who had entered her life and departed, some at her request, a few on their own But they all left so of themselves This see behind

She stepped through the doorway into his sleeping quarters The ed with stean that the occupant had recently bathed She smelled a sle in her stomach

"Mr Pitt," she called out again, but not loudly "Are you here?"

Then she saw the body laid out full length on the bed, ar in a coffin She breathed a sigh of relief at seeing that his loins were covered by a bath towel "I' you"

Pitt slept on without responding

Her eyes traveled from his head to his feet The black mass of curly hair was still damp and tousled

His eyebroere thick, alht nose She guessed he was soy features, the tanned and weathered skin and chiseled, unyielding jawline made him seeiving hi It was a strong face, the kind of face woth and determination, the kind of man who had seen the best of times and worst of times but never sidestepped whatever life threw at him

The rest of his b

ody was firm and smooth except for a dark patch of hair on his chest The shoulders were broad, the stos were pronounced but not thick or bulging The body was not powerful but tended on the wiry side, even rangy There was a tenseness that suggested a spring that aiting to uncoil And then there were the scars She couldn't begin to iine where they came from

He did not seem cut from the same mold as the other men she had known She hadn't really loved any of theainst her father more than passionate desire

Even when she becanant by a fellow student, she refused an abortion to spite her father and carried her twin sons to birth

Now, staring down at the sleeping e pleasure and power at standing over his nakedness She lifted the lower edge of the towel, smiled devilishly to herself, and let it fall back in place Maeve found Pitt immensely attractive and wanted him, yes, feverishly and shamelessly wanted him

"See so you like, little sister," came a quiet, husky voice from behind her

Chagrined, Maeve spun and stared at Deirdre, who leaned casually against the doorway, sarette