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“Hunter?”
I startled for the second time at her voice tonight and turned around. She was standing there in a black silky top and shorts. The fabric outlined her breasts and nipples, and my effort to suppress my need for her failed.
“You keep sneaking up on me,” I said.
“I think you’re just not used to living with someone again. You keep forgetting I’m here.”
“Quite the opposite, Grace. You never leave my mind.”
She smiled and strolled to the dining table. My gaze followed her swaying hips. I swear to God she was doing that on purpose. She slid into the seat on the wooden bench and picked up a fork.
“Sit down, Hunter. You’ll need your strength.” She winked.
And patience. She forgot to add patience.
“One sec. I have something for you.” I extracted a bottle of blush wine from behind the counter and I poured her a glass.
“It’s not rosé, but my choices were limited.”
She licked her lips, drawing my attention to her tempting mouth. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.
“No, Grace. I definitely don’t want you drunk.”
“Relaxed?” She tilted her head.
“Do you need to relax?”
She thought for a moment. “All right. Maybe relaxed is not the right word. How about being satisfied? The last time a man satisfied me—”
“I don’t want to know, Grace.”
She laughed and scooped a forkful of rice and beans, stuffing her mouth. “It was you.”
My head flew up.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“Honestly, I thought you’d find someone who would give you a baby.”
She sipped on her wine and cleared her throat. “The thing is, Hunter, I already found someone to father my baby. Sperm donor 43874 is a mature engineer. He’s athletic, with blue eyes and curly hair. Best of all, I don’t have to argue with him over baby names or stalking ex-girlfriends. I don’t have time to look for a man I can trust. I trust you and the sperm bank, so those are my only options.”
She was so wrong.
“But I get the feeling you don’t want to talk about babies.”
I shrugged a shoulder.
“What I don’t get is why you’re so opposed to kids since you definitely know how to play soccer with them—”
I laughed. “You think I’d be a good father because I can play soccer?”
“No. I think you’d be a good father because you’re protective, caring, helpful, loving, giving, and hot.”
“Looks don’t make a good father.”
“But they make a sexy one. We don’t have to talk about babies. I just want to enjoy your company and this adventure in the rainforest with… my personal Tarzan.” She winked. “I needed this, so thank you.”
I snorted through a laugh.Tarzan.“You’re welcome. I’m happy to see you relaxed.”
