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something, he had it after watching her in the shower. It had been his damn name she called out when she came.
                Well if little Miss Free Windsong Summer thought for one second they were just going to brush this under the rug, she had another thing coming.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
                “I want you.”
                The words hit Free square in the face as soon as she entered the gourmet kitchen. She was woefully unprepared for the words, as candid and open as they were. Honestly she had been expecting Travis to be put out by her morning ritual. It had been her observation that people in general were good at deflecting their own actions on others. She had expected him to rage at her about her lack of propriety or something along those lines.
                “I’m sorry?” Maybe she hadn’t heard him right.
                “Free,” Travis sighed and motioned for her to sit at the small table in the corner of the very large kitchen. “We need to talk.”
                Swallowing a large knot in her throat, Free slowly approached the table where he sat, shirtless, shoeless and so adorable it almost hurt to look at him. His hair was still damp, giving testament that he had taken a shower himself after their first little encounter this morning.
                “Look, I’m sorry about the naked yoga thing,” Free rushed to explain before he could say anything. “I promise it won’t happen again, and I would never do anything like that around your niece.”
                “Free, if you never did that again I would be sorely disappointed,” Travis told her, looking at her with such candor it took her breath away. “It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.  Your controlled movements flowing from one pose to the other.  Your body is a work of art.”
                Yeah, right. He must have been one hell of an actor because for a minute there, Free believed it.
                “I mean it, Free.” He must have read disbelief on her face, because he grasped her hand and stared deep into her eyes. “It was…well, hell, you saw for yourself how I really felt about it.” He inhaled harshly, forcing the breath back out with a huff. Whatever he had to say apparently was difficult because he seemed to have a hard time finding the words.
                “Look, if you think this won’t work out, I understand.” And she did. She had been hired to take care of the baby, not run around trying to turn him on. The fact that she had turned him on pleased her more than she was willing to admit, but that wasn't her goal. Her goal was her school, which would be realized if she kept this job for the year she had been hired for. “I’ll call for a ride and be out of your hair by the end of the day.”
                “No!” Travis roared at her, making her jump at the vehemence in the word. She watched with something between awe and a strange fluttery feeling as he ran his hand distractedly through his hair, one hand still clutching hers. “Look, I don’t know what this thing is. I mean, the second I saw you, I…well, I wanted you. You are just so different from any other woman I have ever met.”
                Uh oh, the “you’re so different” speech. Free had been down that road once before, and she was in no hurry to go back. It was usually followed by maybe a week or two of paradise, before the other person began on trying to change her. That or, she was good enough to screw, but that was just about it.
                As much as she had always known this could never be more than a job, her heart sank a little. She had expected better of Travis. Silly that she had, she didn’t really know him.
                “Yes, well, I think it best that we deal on a professional level or not at all.” She