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“Mimi?”
Rome nodded. “Lock, stock, and barrel.”
Casey shook his head. “If I’d known she had the power to sign over the ranch, I might have married me a Holiday and given her those grandkids she’s wanting.”
“There will be no grandkids. Cloe and I aren’t going to stay married.”
“Hmm?”
“What does that mean?”
Casey shrugged. “Just that Cloe’s a beautiful woman and you’re a man who hasn’t had sex in a very lo-o-ong time. Babies happen. Mimi is smart enough to know that.”
“Well, they’re not happening with us. I’m sleeping right here.”
Casey glanced at the connecting door. “I give you a couple weeks and you’ll be trying to sneak your way through that door.”
“Not happening.”
“Like Granny Remington used to say, the best-laid plans . . .”
Rome woke up the following morning with a major kink in his neck. He’d slept even worse than he had the night before. Due to the fact that the air mattress seemed to be losing air and now looked like a marshmallow left too long over a hot coal. It was a struggle to get up from it. He spent a few minutes trying to stretch the kink out. When that didn’t work, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
Since the master bathroom was situated between the two bedrooms, he figured it wouldn’t be a problem sharing it with Cloe. He loved his big shower with the double showerheads and didn’t want to give it up. Being that he got up at the crack of dawn, he figured he could get his morning shower in before she even woke up.
But when he opened the bathroom door, he realized Cloe was an early riser too. She stood in front of the sink, brushing her teeth . . . as naked as the day she was born.
All Rome could do was stare at all the glorious flesh exposed for his viewing pleasure. He not only had a side view, but also a half frontal in the reflection of the large mirror over the double sinks. Her breasts hung like two ripe melons from the vine, their large nipples the prettiest pink he’d ever seen in his life. Her waist he could easily span with two hands. Unfortunately, the sink and cabinet blocked the front of her from the waist down. But behind, her hips flared out in lush curves that made his hands itch, and her legs were toned and long enough to make a man dream about being snuggled between them.
A startled gasp pulled him from the hot fantasy and he lifted his gaze to see Cloe’s wide eyes reflected in the mirror. Her toothbrush dropped from her hand and fell in the sink as she hunched and tried to cover her breasts with her hands. With all that abundant flesh, it was an impossible task. He didn’t realize he was still standing there staring until she yelled.
“Get out!”
“Excuse me,” he quickly muttered before he stepped back and pulled the door closed. He stood there for a long moment, the image of Cloe naked burned onto his retinas. All he could think was . . .
Shit. I’m in big trouble.
He ended up taking a shower in the main level guest bathroom. On his way back up the stairs to get his clothes, he ran into Cloe coming down. It was an awkward moment. Especially when he only wore a towel and her sweater and jeans couldn’t hide the curves he now knew were there. He kept his gaze above her neck and cleared his throat.
“Good mornin’.” He decided it would be best to address the elephant on the stairs. “I’m sorry about earlier. I guess we need to put together a bathroom schedule.”
She glanced down at his naked chest and then quickly back up. Her cheeks blushed a pretty pink. “I should have locked the door. I didn’t realize it went to another room. I thought it was a towel closet.”
“I planned to give you the tour when we got back, but you were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You should have. You shouldn’t have . . . carried me to bed.”
He shrugged and would have said it was no problem if pain hadn’t shot through his neck, causing him to cringe.
“You’re hurt,” she said.
He rubbed his neck. “I just slept wrong.”
“Don’t lie, Rome. You pulled something when you carried me up these stairs.” She took his arm, her gentle touch burning him like a hot brand. “Turn around. Let me see if I can rub it out.”
The last thing he needed was Cloe rubbing on him. “No, thank you. I’m good.”
“No, you’re not. You’re holding your head at an awkward angle. Now, turn around.”
