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back alarmed by the expression on his grim face.
"Are you all right?"
"I can't wait any more," he'd gasped. It had seemed as
though he'd gotten rid of their clothing and sheathed himself
in a condom all in one fluid motion. Then he was riding her,
moving in her, whispering those shocking things in her ear.
Soon her attention was focused solely on the sensations he
drew from her with his body and his hands. Her breath grew
short and her insides coiled, tighter and tighter until there
was nothing to do but explode, nothing to do but convulse,
nothing to do but listen to her name shouted as he buried his
face inside her shoulder.
If life was made up of moments, that one had been
perfect. At least until a short while later when it had all gone
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wrong, when she'd asked the wrong question and he'd
handed her a one-way ticket out of his life.
Asia's heavy footsteps sounded on the backstairs. The
gray-haired housekeeper, clad in one of her interchangeable
cotton housedresses protected with a red-and-green-checked
apron greeted them both with a smile. "Time to eat."
Christmas dinner was a feast of turkey and baked ham,
sour-cream scalloped potatoes, cranberry sauce, candied
yams, pecan pie, pumpkin pie and homemade ice cream.
Naturally everyone ate too much.
"Asia, you've outdone yourself," Cameron complained. "I
can't move."
"That's too bad, son," said Jesse, "because Asia's heading
out to her daughter's place. As I see it, you and Lucy and I
will be cleaning the kitchen."
Baz's chuckle gave Hallie a start. She realized she'd heard
it more in the past twenty-four hours than she had in the
months they spent together last year. Something had
happened to the taciturn loner she'd known in L.A. In the
year they were apart, he turned human.
"If you three can get up enough firepower to clear the
table, Hallie and I will clean up the kitchen," he told his
family.
Her jaw dropped. No one else seemed to realize how
utterly outrageous the suggestion was. No one else seemed
to realize that Basil Outlaw employed a cook and a
housekeeper in his sophisticated Los Angeles condo. She'd
bet everything she owned that he hadn't washed so much as
a fork in his adult life.
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"I'll help, Uncle Baz," Daisy offered. She jumped up from
her seat and grabbed his hand. "I love to wash dishes."
"I'll bet you do, pal," Baz said. He must have known that
the tender note in his voice shook her. His pointed look sent
an unmistakable message.
Look how I've changed. I can be a family man.
She wanted to scream. Instead she got up from the table
and headed for the kitchen to perform the fastest KP duty on
record.
Baz's insides churned. He'd watched expressions play over
Hallie's delicate features all day. He felt her resistance. She
wanted him to go home. She didn't understand yet that his
home was with her. He needed to talk to her, to explain, but
the time never seemed right.
And time was running out.
The last thing he wanted to do was blindside her. This was
his opportunity, while they stood, hip to hip, her with
soapsuds up her arms and him wielding a dishtowel. He
needed to talk and all he could seem to do was watch
Rudolph's antlers move up and down with every dish she
scrubbed. He'd spent the day in a state of semi-arousal as he
learned the graphic difference between dreaming about Hallie
from five thousand miles away and watching her across the
room. He squinted at the antlers and realized they'd started
to move faster.
Thank God. She was having as much trouble with the
proximity as he.
He slid the dishtowel carefully over the blade of the carving
knife. Two questions raced through his mind: how the hell
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could a man explain himself when he had to watch the thrust
underneath those damn antlers? And what were the odds of
being interrupted if he pulled her down to the green-tiled floor
and buried himself in that warm, buttery, tightness?
His slacks pulled hard over his groin and he bit back a
groan even as he heard voices out in the hallway.
The odds were too damn high.
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