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tangible.
It was after eleven when the discussion broke up. Nicky had to drive Collette back
to her hotel in town, and Abby admitted reluctantly that she was tired, too.
McCallum grinned wickedly at the admission, and Abby instantly regretted the slip.
Now he'd know for certain that she'd waited up half the night for him.
Mandy walked upstairs with Abby while Grey locked up and turned out most of the
lights, leaving the porch light on for Nick.
"I've put you both in the guest bedroom," Mandy said. "If Nicky weren't here, you
could have his room, but . . ."
"No problem," McCallum said, coming upstairs behind them. "Abby and I are used to
sharing. Aren't we, honey?"
Abby flushed. "Uh, supper was delicious," she told Mandy. "Thank you for having
me."
"You're very welcome, love," Mandy smiled. She hugged Abby in the hall. "You'll
probably leave before I get up in the morning, so come back soon. You're always
welcome, even without Greyson."
"Thank you, I'll remember that," Abby promised.
McCallum opened the bedroom door and stood aside to let Abby go in first. The
focal point was the huge double bed in the center of the room, decorated in blue
and white patterns with a canopy and wispy curtains. It was all French Provincial,
and Abby couldn't help but grin at the idea of as masculine a man as McCallum in
that bed.
She peeked up at him. "A little . . . feminine, isn't it?"
He cocked an eyebrow. "A little. No loud protest, Abby?"
She shook her head. "It's a big bed."
"And neither of us has pajamas."
"I intend to do the decent thing and keep my slip on, thanks," she said with
theatrical hauteur. "And if you were any kind of a gentleman, you'd wear your
shorts."
"Now, what makes you think I'm any kind of a gentleman?" he asked amusedly.
She blinked. Now there was a question. She put her purse on the dresser. "Uh, if
you don't mind, I'd like to go ahead and take my bath."
"Through there," he indicated a door. "It's a sunken tub with a heated whirlpool,"
he added. "Just the thing to relax tension."
"Thank you." She went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her, and found a
plush washcloth and towel that matched the burgundy decor. The sunken tub was
enormous, almost filling the room, almost big enough to swim in. Abby stripped down
quickly after she'd filled it with water and activated the whirlpool unit. As an
afterthought, she filled it with bubble bath as well, sending up a cloud of delicious
fragrance into the air.
She sank down into the swirling warmth of the water with a huge sigh, her hair
loosely pinned atop her head to keep it dry. She closed her eyes and let her tired
muscles relax. The whirlpool was just the thing to chase away tension. And
wondering how she was going to manage a night in bed with McCallum without
screaming from pure frustration was anybody's guess. She was viewing the situation
with a jumble of emotions. A part of her wanted more than sleep. Another part was
uneasy about that kind of commitment. What she felt for McCallum had grown from
an uneasy friendship to a steaming inferno of desire; but not an altogether physical
one. While she did want him desperately, she admitted to herself for the first time
that she wanted more than a night in his arms. She wanted much more than that.
While she was trying to work out her emotions, she heard the door open. With
shocked green eyes she appraised McCallum as he walked in, stark naked, and found
himself a washcloth and towel.
She couldn't even get out a question. Her eyes were helplessly riveted to that
muscular, tanned body as he got his electric razor from the cabinet and began to
shave.
"I'm taking a bath," she said in a squeaky voice.
He glanced at her with an amused smile, noticing the line of soap bubbles that
barely covered her creamy breasts. "So I see. Do you like the whirlpool?" he asked
over the combined hums of the razor and the whirlpool unit.
"Oh, yes, I. . . I like it very much, thanks." Well,
if he could be nonchalant about it, she could, too.
They were both adults. She'd been married, she
wasn't naive.
Her fascinated eyes ran up his muscular legs, over his slim hips and broad, heavy
shoulders. He was so deliriously masculine, it was all she could do not to climb out of
the tub and run her hands over him. She'd never wanted to touch Gene like that,
but she'd have given a week's salary just to caress McCallum's smooth, bronzed
skin.
"You were right about Collette," he admitted wryly. "But, for future reference, I'm
not usually wrong about people. She threw me a curve."
"Naturally. You aren't used to naive little things," she teased.
He lifted an eyebrow at her. "No? I've had you around long enough that I should
be."
"I'm not naive."
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