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an excellent view of her plump ass encased by the curve-loving denim. Her hips gently swayed and he felt an erection spring to life. Quickly he went to the bathroom before he ended up embarrassing himself.
     
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    Sam was just sitting down to dinner when Zach entered the room. Instantly the scent of bar soap and deodorant hit her. It had been awhile since she’d been around a man after his shower, especially one that made her libido sit up and beg. She sucked in a sharp breath and her fork fell from her fingers. She tried to pretend it was because he had startled her, but the truth was Zach Taylor was one fine man…and she was a woman who hadn’t dated since her engagement ended nine months ago.
    “Would you like some dinner?” She squinted, realizing she said it a little too loud. She stood up, disrupting the chair behind her. Good lord, would it always be this way while he lived here?
    “I guess I am a little hungry.” He looked at her when he said it, his eyes taking a languorous sweep of her body as she stood. Sam felt herself blush, and quickly went to the stove. “The lasagna smells great,” he said. “I haven’t had home cooking since I lived at home.”
    Going back to the table with his filled plate she frowned. “Really? Didn’t your wife cook?” She set the food in front of him as he took the chair opposite from her at the small table. Sam grabbed a clean glass from the dishwasher, then poured him a glass of ice water and set the glass beside his plate.
    “Felicia? Never.” He said the words as if it should be obvious to anyone that his ex-wife never prepared meals. “She preferred her diet delivery foods and a bottle or two of wine for dinner.”
    Sam took a bite of the lasagna though she could barely taste it. She did notice that Zach dug into his dinner with gusto. She liked a man with a big appetite. “Well, around here I usually cook unless someone brings food over during their appointment. Years ago, as a financially struggling medical student, I had to learn to prepare meals or starve. Ramen noodles and cheese puffs wouldn’t sustain me very long.” They laughed together and Sam felt comforted by the fact that he seemed to be loosening up.
    “How long have you been divorced?” she asked, picking at her food, though she was more eager to pick this man’s brain. For some reason he intrigued her. Zach Taylor was so unlike Justin. Although Justin swore he wanted to get into law, accounting, medicine, anthropology, or whatever new learning path tickled his fancy, he was simply a professional student and nothing more. He was thirty years old and still lived at home. When they had gotten engaged she asked him to move in with her but he refused, saying that his mother needed him around. When he dropped out of college with only a few classes left before receiving his degree in radiology, she had called it quits. She worked with children all day long and didn’t want to be married to one.
    Zach had been in the same profession since he graduated and married for half a decade. Tom had told her that he was more into his work than he was in finding another woman. Sam found his dedication and stability admirable.
    “The divorce was final few months ago.” He got up to serve himself another helping of lasagna. “Though we hadn’t lived together for the last year.”
    “Did the two of you grow apart, have an affair, or something else?” Sam finished her water and set the empty glass on the table, folding her arms across her stomach.
    “Inquisitive, aren’t you?”
    She watched as he bent his head to take another bite of food. “We are living together. Don’t you think it’s good to know all about one another?”
    After a few minutes he set his fork down when the second helping of lasagna was finished. He leaned back in his chair and said, “Well, I suppose so, though I assumed it would happen naturally rather than being grilled my first night here.”
    “Fair enough.” Sam felt