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from New Orleans to help out. There’s no other rooms available. It’s only two nights and with a suite, you’ll have the bedroom to yourself, right?”
    Kaela closed her eyes to think. Okay, so Bryan was a great guy who was doing a major favor to an old friend. He knew about kids because he lived with a married couple with twins. Maybe he’d keep an eye on Scottie for a few minutes so she could actually relax in a hot bath instead of taking a rushed shower.
    “I’m sure he’s nice, but I’m not sure about sharing with a strange man.”
    “Ms. Jones.” She heard a deep sigh. “If this is going to be a major problem, I can ask my wife to bunk with you and move Bryan in with me.”
    She thought about what she’d gone through to get to this course, how she needed it to survive. Ticking off the leader would not be a good career move.
    Dammit, Kaela, it’s not like you’re a vestal virgin!
    “Oh, no, Mr. Vale, we’ll be fine. I just wanted to make sure Mr.
    Raman was who he said he was. I’m sure he’ll be a perfect gentleman.”
    “That might be stretching it, but thanks.” He laughed. “Is he there?”
    “Just a moment, please.” She held the phone at arm’s length, handed it over, and moved away from the bed.

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    “Hey, dude! How’s it hangin’?”
    Bryan’s eyes zapped to her. She turned her back to hide her body’s eager reaction to the testosterone flooding her bedroom.
    “Yeah, she’s pissed. She thought I was stealing her kid. If she’d had a gun when she first saw me, I’d be dead.”
    She whirled around. “Don’t tell—”
    He made hushing noises at her, concentrating on his phone call.
    “Yeah, the couch pulls into a bed. There’s a great view. No worries, I’ve had worse. See ya later.”
    He hung up the phone and turned to her.
    “Good,” she said. “You agree to take the couch.”
    He advanced like a tsunami, unstoppable. She shuffled back a step before lifting her chin and glaring. All her life she’d had to fight for every crumb, and no matter how much she wanted to shove him out the door or rip off his towel, she would not be intimidated.
    He pulled an eager Scotty from her arms and glared back, pointing to the bed behind her. She now knew what the mouse saw just before the hawk grabbed with outstretched talons.
    “Lady, I’m sleeping in that bed. Case closed.”
    His deep voice shivered over her body. Scotty squirmed, leaned over, and caught her shirt at her extended nipple. She winced and pulled off his hand, but not before laser-eyes noticed.
    “You told Gary you’d take the couch, that you liked the view!”
    “I do like the view. Very much.” He flicked his eyes from her shirt down naked legs to her red toenails. “The couch does pull into a bed, but I said nothing about sleeping there.” He shrugged, muscles rippling across his chest. “Nobody’ll know, so you’ll keep your virtue or whatever it is you’re so hepped up about.”
    “I’m not.” She shut up, clenching her fists to stop from hitting his broad chest. She couldn’t remember anyone infuriating her like this man. With Uncle Wesley, she’d been so scared she hid all emotion behind a placid mask. Then she’d tried so hard to be whatever Freddie wanted that she ignored his insulting behavior. It was only this man 26
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    who stirred her up in a way she felt she could safely let out. “You’re lucky I’m even sharing the suite with you!”
    He leaned down, and before she could react, brushed chapped lips against hers. Too stunned to react, she let him do it again. Avoiding Scotty on his hip, he snuggled his warm, welcoming chest against her T-shirt. Her breasts filled, demanding his hands.
    Scotty tried to join in, reaching out. The towel slid from his little body and a warm stream of light yellow spurted. Bryan sputtered and looked at his newly wet front. Droplets glittered in his chest hair.
    She cried out, heart racing, and pulled Scotty into her arms.