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better or
worse, apparently. “Do you see—”
             He looked around, suddenly striding to
the foot of the bed where the blankets and a mass of white fabric puddled
together on the floor. The pink metal edge of her phone just barely visible to
her now that he’d reached for it, he made quick work of getting it to her. Not really
sure if she was relieved, Delilah took the device and slid her thumb over the
smooth surface to accept the cal. “Mom?”
             “Oh, thank God, you finally answered!”
Dinah McGavin’s relief settled like a rock in Delilah’s bely. “I’ve been calling
you all night! Are you okay, where are you?”
             “Uh…” Delilah looked around the room, but
there were no blatant signs that told her the hotel name. The only clue she had
was the bags in the closet, but she couldn’t be sure they came from the hotel
she was in.
             She looked to Kane, but he was busy at
the nightstand next to the huge bed. Her eyes caught on the broad expanse of
his back, the way the black slacks cloaked those lean hips and somehow made his
long legs seem even longer. Her eyes traced the smooth indent of his spine, her
lips curling at how much she wanted to press them to the small of his back.
Golden skin, sun kissed and tempting, and all that delicious muscle...had she
kissed it all last night? It was a secret fantasy of hers, one she didn’t even
like to admit to herself usually. But on the nights when she was alone, when
her body ached and she had nothing but her own hand to satisfy her, it was
never Craig whose body she envisioned tangled with hers. The last few years, it
was a shadowy man who fit every guilty pleasure she’d had in a lover. Someone tall,
lean but somehow still powerful. A man whose scruffy jaw tickled her skin as he
kissed her throat, suckled her breasts, feasted on her sex. Hands that were
roughened by work but gentle in touch. Someone aggressive, but never
frightening. Overwhelming, but putty in her hands.
             That mystery mental lover finally came
into clear focus.
             He turned right then, catching her
ogling. At first, the corner of his mouth lifted in a masculine grin that had
her heartbeat skipping. But after a second, he seemed to realize she was
looking at him for more reasons than his fabulous ass. His expression fell into
the serious lines she knew best and he turned for her, letting her look at him.
             Craig would have asked her what was
wrong.
             Craig would have told her she was
freaking him out and then Craig would have laughed it off and told her to talk
or go away.
             But Kane stood there and let her listen
to the whispers of her heart she’d been forcing herself to ignore for a very
long time.
             “It’s you,” she finally whispered, though
she knew he couldn’t possibly understand what she was talking about.
             So why did he seem as if he did? How did
that deep green gaze of his get any more intense? Standing ten feet from him,
she felt that steady stare as if it were cutting right through her. She wasn’t
feeling fanciful and no one could tell her it was her imagination, either. The
man was waiting for her to come to a conclusion he already knew.
             He said nothing, simply standing there
until she figured out what she was trying to say. Kane, who’d always managed to
make her laugh, even while he made her uncomfortable. Kane, who listened
whenever she had a story to tell, who never thought she was silly for her
simple hopes of home and family or her grander dreams of earning a master’s
degree. He’d even been the one who’d wiped her tears when Craig had canceled on
an important dinner with her family prior to the wedding, standing in with her
so well that her father had asked why she wasn’t marrying Kane instead.
             He finally moved, walking those few feet
between them. Without hesitation,