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and his muscular back rippled with every movement. The sight was enough to give any girl heart failure, especially one that was already in danger of her heart failing. She could see the ear buds of his MP3 player, and she knew he hadn’t heard her approach. Instead of moving into his line of vision, she chose to spend a few minutes watching him unobserved. She found it a bit amazing that he wanted her. His body was a work of art, and she was only average, but the proof was in the soreness of her body. He made a few quick jabs and one short kick causing the muscles to flex in his back. Of all the things that death would steal from her, he was what she regretted the most. She found herself blinking rapidly to stave off the tears, and Weave spun, catching her gaze. His eyes lit up from the inside out, and he smiled as if she were the answer to all the world’s problems. She knew then that she would stop at nothing to assure his happiness.
    “I believe that I was promised breakfast.”
    His voice held a hint of laughter. “Yes, I believe you were, and if you would let me snatch a quick shower, I’ll get right on that.”
    “I’d be happy with lunch instead if you need someone to help wash your back?”
    “Oh yeah, I do have this one spot that I can never reach, so if you could help me out with that, then I’d be more than happy to fix lunch.” When his eyes shined with laughter, the way they were now it made everything better in her world. She had missed him so much.
    ***
    Manhattan-
    The bed was a mess. The sheets were twisted in a heap, as if he’d tossed and turned all night. A pair of worn jeans rode low on his hips, and his muscular back was bared for her viewing pleasure. He didn’t turn at her arrival, but kept his forehead pressed against the windowpane, as he stared sightlessly at the busy street below. His hands were braced on either side of the window, causing the muscles to bunch across his back and shoulders. She could stare at him all day. She longed to run her tongue along the indention in the center of his back. Wanting him day after day like this was killing her. It was truly unfair for one man to be so incredibly sexy.
    “Are you thinking about jumping?”
    He didn’t startle at her words, proving he had known she was there all along.
    “Maybe,” he answered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
    He turned and her mouth went dry. His short-cropped hair stood on end, as if he’d been running his hands through it. The wide expanse of bare chest narrowed as her gaze lowered over a set of six-pack abs, but her eyes latched onto the top button of his jeans that had been left undone. She licked her parched lips before meeting his eyes. They had shadows beneath them, proving he hadn’t slept, but they burned blazingly nonetheless.
    “Perhaps I could give you something else to occupy your mind?” she offered.
    Weave watched her unmoving. “Like what?”
    Kera crossed the room with quick strides. “Like this,” she answered, as she pulled his head down to hers, sealing her mouth over his.
    ***
    Weave was a selfish bastard, and he knew it, but he couldn’t get enough of her. The poor woman didn’t end up getting any lunch either, but by the time dinner rolled around, she had more or less put her foot down about being fed, and he had conceded. Even though it was only 37 degrees outside, he did what manly men do; he put on his coat and went out to fire up the grill. If you fed it enough gas, it would stay lit. It might not get as hot, but that only meant they had more time to prepare the side items. His woman was getting red meat. That’s what she had reduced him to; a caveman ready to beat his chest, kill their food and then drag her by the hair back to his manly cave. Damn, he had never been so possessive over a woman before her, nor had he ever met anyone that brought out a desire in him to take care of them, but he wanted to make sure she was taken care of. Fuck the whole rest of the world,