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was ready for more. I
couldn’t deny it.
    “Good, because I want to get to know you
better, every inch of you,” he said, and his fingers dipped between my legs.
    Another rush of heat ran down my spine, as
if my body remembered everything we had done over the past few hours. “I
thought you got to know every inch last night.”
    He laughed. “But not in every way I want to
explore you.”
    “Is that right?”
    “No, you’re a complete mystery to me here.”
And he kissed the top of my head.
    I melted right there. Did he really want to
get to know me? Maybe he did, or he just knew that kind of thing worked on
women. Even so, I liked it.
    His phone buzzed. He ignored it.
    “Aren’t you going to get that?”
    “No. I was going to make you breakfast.”
    “A man of many talents. You cook, as well?”
    “No, but I pour a mean bowl of corn
flakes.”
    I laughed. “Not even toast?”
    “The toaster here has a mind of its own. I
think it’s about as old as the cottage.”
    “I don’t think they had toasters in the
sixteenth century.”
    “So history’s not my strong point. You can
see I need a teacher to keep me right. Anyway, I’ll look at my message, Miss
Hamilton, if it keeps you happy.”
    He picked up his phone. “It’s only James.
Early for him to be awake.” Then he clicked a couple of times. “Fuck! That
Taylor woman is a bitch.”
    He showed me the link to the journalist’s
blog that James had sent him—a review of the play, not slamming it exactly, but
not effusive in its praise. And in a throwaway paragraph at the end she wrote:
     
    “ The cast was well-chosen except for one
or two. The star would do better to stick at playing doctors and nurses than
attempting to tackle Shakespeare. But then roles don’t always go to those with
the most talent. There was at least one dark-haired male actor riding on Doctor
Devlin’s coat tails. A case of jobs for the boys? Perhaps there’s more to that
friendship than meets the eye.”
     
    “What does she mean?”
    “It means she was annoyed I left her in
that corner and ran off to find you. She’s implying I have the hots for James
and maybe that he’s gay too.”
    “He told me they had a history.”
    “They do. Lasted a week. Worst idea ever,
getting mixed up with a journalist. They have you by the balls. Still, it’s
only her blog, and she didn’t name me.” He laughed. “Not that it matters
anyway, but no one knowing James will believe he’s gay.”
    He clattered about in the kitchen while I
lay back down on the pillows and let him get on with it. I didn’t care what he
came up with for breakfast. I luxuriated in the warmth and scent of his bed and
smiled at the memory of his body on me, in me, holding me.
    It was only when he appeared carrying a
tray of orange juice, coffee, and hot buttered toast that I realized how hungry
I was. We had skipped dinner. I’d picked at a few canapés at the party, but
food hadn’t crossed my mind from the moment Nathan kissed me at the cottage.
    “You made toast!”
    “I wrestled the toaster into submission
just for you.”
    I laughed and reached for a slice.
    Breakfast over, he shoved the tray on the
floor and pulled me to him.
    “I can’t decide whether to take you out or
keep you to myself here all day.”
    “I didn’t bring anything to wear.”
    “In that case, you’ll have to stay naked. I
like you naked.”
    “You’re not so bad naked yourself.”
    “Not so bad. I’m cut to the quick,” he
laughed, “but I’ll take it, if that’s the only compliment I’m going to get.”
    He kissed me then, and talking was over,
talking and any kind of rational thought as he started to show me with his
hands, his mouth, and his body why I had woken up with such a grin on my face.
I was acting like a schoolgirl with a crush when I should have known better. I
knew I was destined for a fall, but I couldn’t stop myself.

CHAPTER 8
     
     
    I guess it dawned on me, gradually, that we
were an item. We