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him. "Hell, I wouldn't have minded a date or two"— and a night or two in her bed —"but... Sophie's too sophisticated for me."
    "You don't like sophisticated women?"
    "It's not that, but..." What the hell was it? "She runs with a different crowd. TV producers, jet-setters, you know. They're not like us."
    "Ego can't take the rich and famous, huh?"
    "Yeah, that's it. It's not like I care if she runs off to Cancun with this guy and they get it on." His stomach churned.
    "They might even end up getting hitched."
    "Probably what she wants." Lance crushed a peanut in his hand. "If Maddie has her way, she'll arrange the wedding for them before they return from their trip."
    Reid drew a slashing motion across his throat. "Maddie knows how to go straight for the jugular."
    "Yeah, just look at Chase. Instead of being here with us, he's probably carting Maddie's packages around the mall."
    "Letting her lead him around like a puppy on a leash."
    "Purse holding and paying for expensive shoes and shit he can't afford."
    "Sucker."
    Lance winced. "I'm not falling into that trap."
    Reid lifted his mug for a toast. "Here's to bachelorhood."
    "Bachelorhood."
    "To singles clubs."
    Lance frowned. "A different woman every night."
    "No panty hose draped over the shower rod."
    "No loss of the remote control."
    "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with. And you don't even have to share the bed all night."
    Lance grabbed another handful of peanuts and tossed them down his throat, nearly choking on a splintered shell. He normally slept better alone, and he needed a lot of sleep. In fact, he was legendary for being able to fall asleep anywhere, anytime.
    What about Sophie? Did she prefer having the bed to herself?
    Or was she loving the guy she was with and sharing her bed with him?
    * * *
    Chase Holloway closed his eyes on a sigh as Maddie licked a path along his neck, then lower to his belly. He'd never been in such heaven.
    "I love you, Chase."
    Chase curled his hands into her riot of curls. "I love you, too, Maddie. Damn, you get hotter every day."
    "It's this summer heat wave."
    "No, baby, it's you."
    Maddie lapped at his navel. "Thank you for going shopping with me today, honey. I'm sorry Lance and Reid gave you a hard time."
    "They'll get over it." Chase's gaze raked over her seductive outfit—a French-cut black leather bustier with black fishnet stockings. "Anytime you want to go shopping in that lingerie store is fine with me."
    Maddie traced a finger along his inner thigh, teasing. "Is that the reason you gave up beer drinking with the boys for me?"
    Chase's body tightened into a big, quivery mass. "Sweetheart, beer drinking is way overrated."
    Maddie laughed softly and closed her hand around him, torturing him with her touch. Chase moaned and dragged her up to cover his body, then flipped her over and took her mouth, tasting the fiery sweetness that made his wife so hot. Seconds later he slowly untied the ribbons securing the garment together at her chest, then nipped at the rosy tips of her breasts, suckling and laving her as his hands explored the rest of her body. Maddie was always supple and giving, and so damn erotic he would never get enough.
    To think he'd once feared marriage would be confining—hell, now he wanted to confine her on occasion. He pushed her hands above her and pinned her to the bed, teasing her with his aching sex as he kneed her legs apart. Sometimes he wanted to tie her to the bed and keep her there so she would never leave him. He was so damn afraid he'd wake up one morning and be all alone, that he'd once again be the outsider, that all the good things that had happened to him the past few months would have been only a dream. Those nights, he'd wake up in a cold sweat, remembering that orphanage, the holidays he'd gone hungry.
    Panic would literally rob the breath from him. Then, right there in the middle of the night, he'd have to take Maddie to make sure she was real. And thank God,