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laugh. When he called her breasts “tits,” she moaned in arousal. And when he talked even

dirtier, she really got into it.

He grinned, recalling how limber she was in bed. Hot damn. Then he recalled how

they’d both lost their loved ones, and how they’d talked about that loss cuddled up in his

bed.Cuddled. He puzzled that he, Gage Warren, had cuddled with a woman voluntarily.

Hopping into the shower, he washed himself good, trying to clear his lovestruck

thoughts. Who the hell knew Hailey of the delectable body liked horror and SciFi

movies? That she read Koontz and King, as well as biographies about dead presidents?

Shit. The woman even liked the way he decorated his place, not a hint or even a comment

about how he might better it with flowers or artwork.

Gage remembered the moment he’d first thrust deep, the feeling of warm acceptance

and utter lust that had shaken him to his foundation. And when he added all the other

heartwarming bits about Hailey Jennison to the mix, he realized he’d fallen in love.

The water streamed over him as he wondered what to do about this mess, and why

the thought of such deep feelings for a woman didn’t make him want to run the other

way.

“Sydney, I’m sorry it took me so long to call.” Hailey held the phone out from her

ear. “Yes, I know it’s nearly ten. Look, I just got home.” She cringed and waited several

moments before continuing. “Ah, you might say dinner went well. We spent the weekend

together. And yes, I promise to fill you in on the rest of it tomorrow night. Come on over

after work. Now I’ve got to get some sleep so I can function tomorrow.”

After hanging up, Hailey dropped her clothes along her path to the bed and slid

under the top sheet. She could still feel Gage’s mouth against her flesh, and she shivered

with pleasure.

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How any man could do what he’d done to her and still make her want him, even

now, boggled the mind. Had she not known better, she’d swear she’d become addicted—

to Gage. The blasted man still hadn’t told her his last name, and had dangled the

knowledge like bait to make her agree to a next date. As if she’d refuse him after their