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bedroom.
    Gently, he set her down on their bed, kissing her all the way before straightening to unbutton his shirt.
    She laughed softly, swinging her legs over the edge, offering a beguiling smile as she looked up at him. “We just got here.”
    “Its bad luck not to make love in a new cabin.”
    She laughed, shaking her head as she ran her hands up the inside of his unbuttoned shirt, feeling the hardness, the heated muscle of his torso. “You’re making that up.” She pressed his shoulder as she eased him down. “But I like it.”
    Cupping the back of her knee, he was careful to avoid bumping her cast. “In fact, it’s bad luck not to make love until the sun comes up….”
     
     
    Tears threatening, she abandoned the swing, shoved her hand in the pocket of her shorts for the keys, and marched inside.
     
    ***
     
    Hours later, the sun had just set behind the trees and she had finally begun to relax on the sofa with a best seller. Her first instinct when headlights beamed in the window was that someone was lost or had mistaken the cabin for their neighbors’, a half mile down the road. A car door slammed, and she figured she should come out to kindly point whoever it was in the right direction.
    She opened the door and froze when she saw Jack with a bag on his shoulder, one leg up on the steps.
    Twice in two days? Her heart in her throat, she choked out, “What are you doing here?”
    “I could ask you the same,” he said in a frankly surprised tone. “I thought you never come here anymore.”
    “And I thought you rarely did. What a coincidence you pick this weekend.”
    “When I saw your car, I called you, but it went straight to voice mail. I almost turned around, but I’m tired as hell from driving. All I wanted was to spend some time away from the city before you decided to sell this place, too.”
    She put a hand on a hip. “I told you I’m not selling the cabin. Ever. Can’t you spend the night somewhere else? You can have it all to yourself next weekend.”
    “I can barely get away for a haircut, let alone to the cabin, so no, I will not go somewhere else.” He gestured at her. “Why don’t you leave?”
    “I was here first!”
    He raised a sardonic brow. “Sorry, but that’s not a good enough argument for me to go.” He paused as he climbed to the top step. “Unless you’re not here alone.”
    “Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I’m alone.” That sounded way too pathetic. “Fine. I’ll go to a motel.” Empty statement. As if she would give him the satisfaction.
    “I don’t care what you do, but I’m staying,” he said as he stalked past her and inside.
    “Jack.”
    He turned around with weary shoulders. “Come on, Grace. I’ve been driving for over two hours after working all day and I’m exhausted. I’ll stay out of your way; you can stay out of mine. Surely we can do it for one night.”
    “Surely you can see how awkward this is.”
    “And all I want to do is relax, sleep, and go for a good, long run in the morning.” He dropped his bag, studying her. “Why are you out here?”
    “Same reason. To get away.”
    He nodded softly, gazing into her eyes. “Looks like we’re both in need of some peace.”
    Her heart slammed as her stomach dipped. Dear God. This man used to be her peace. She had just gotten used to living day to day without him, and now here he was, stirring up her emotions—old and new—all over again. “What are we going to do about the bed? Sleeping arrangements, I mean?”
    He shrugged. “I’ll sleep on the couch. Easy as that.”
    Easy ? Maybe for him ! Share their beloved cabin and not be close to him? Lord, give me strength to keep it together .
    She closed the door, unable to tear her eyes away from his broad back, marveling at how the very presence of him charged the air. How was she ever going to get any rest with him so close? They had specifically chosen the five-hundred-square-foot cabin because of its coziness, the rock fireplace in the