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waist, smell his morning breath and kiss him despite it.
    Wow, where did that come from? She looked away and gave herself a mental head slap. Roommate. Off limits.
    "You? Harsh? No."
    She turned back to the coffee machine. "It's been known to leak out of my Goody Two Shoes façade."
    He chuckled.
    She looked over her shoulder at him. Now was the time to attack, while he was groggy. "What were you doing in Cloe's office last night?
    Sixto froze but quickly recovered. Without blinking an eye, he said, "I needed to get some of the bills paid. And since she usually handled that…"
    Bree nodded. Good excuse. She should ask why he waited until the middle of the night, but she'd let it go. For now.
     
     

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Sixto shook his head, watching Bree hunt through the kitchen cabinets for coffee cups. You'd think she'd start her search in the cabinet right above the espresso machine. Some people didn't have the most logical minds. But she was sharp. She probably wasn't fooled by his midnight impulse to pay bills.
    Last night he found some of the files he wanted—wanted to keep from her. But a few significant documents were missing. Were they at Cloe's downtown office?
    He couldn't get into Cloe's computer, couldn't find anything on the desk or under the monitor with her password. The woman had a devious mind and she wouldn't trust anyone enough to leave her password sitting out. The upside was that if he couldn't find it, Bree wouldn't be able to either.
    She circled the kitchen and found the mugs above the coffee maker. Surprise!
    Holding up two cups, she grinned at him. "I'm not very bright before I've had my coffee."
    He smiled. Good thing she could laugh at herself. She looked damn silly this morning. Her braided yellow-blonde hair hung down nearly to her ass. Over her pink poodle pajamas, she wore a robe with Seattle Mariner logos plastered all over it. That outfit had to have come with her from Washington. Cloe wouldn't own anything with poodles or the Mariner's logo, unless it was made by Versace. "Baseball fan?"
    "Mmm hmm. You?"
    "Of course. The Florida Marlins."
    "I love outdoor stadiums. I'd love to see a game." She opened the fridge and asked, "Cream and sugar?"
    "Black and sweet."
    She nodded and closed the fridge. "Me, too."
    After putting three teaspoons of sugar into a cup, she looked at him. "How many?"
    "One."
    She spooned the sugar, poured coffee into both cups and stirred.
    The domestic scene caused a tug of longing in his heart. It had been months since he had a woman stay the night, stay for breakfast. That was taking the relationship to the next level and there was no one in the last year he was ready to make that commitment to.
    Bree walked toward him with the cups, smiling. "Only one sugar? You're not as sweet as me."
    " Chica , I don't think anyone's as sweet as you."
    The smile left her face as she handed him his coffee.
    "That was a compliment, in case you thought otherwise."
    "I know." She moved around him to the other side of the counter and sat at one of the heavy wood and red leather barstools. "I'm kind of a dopey optimist." She glanced at him, down at her coffee, and frowned. "I get a lot of grief about it."
    This was getting interesting. "Really? Why? You've got a great personality."
    "Uh." She flinched. "You have no idea how many times I've heard that."
    "And that's bad?" He sipped his coffee. She brewed it dark and thick, just the way he liked it.
    Her face broke into an exaggerated grimace. "No, but the line that follows it is. 'Bree'," she said in a low voice. "'You have a good personality, but I don't feel 'that way' about you. I want us to be friends, though'."
    "That's bullshit." He put his hands on the counter and looked into her eyes. "You'd be a kick-ass girlfriend."
    She leaned back from him, wide-eyed, looking ready to bolt.
    Shit, he'd gone too far. Yeah, he'd like to get her into his bed, but he didn't want to scare her off. He opened his mouth and said the first