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You get used to it. She sipped her beer to hide a smile and watched him scrub his lips clean.
Still find my crap fascinating? Because I think I just proved my point.
By way of answer, he simply leaned in and kissed her again. Slowly. Deliberately brushing his lips
over hers. By the time he drew back she had her eyes closed and her arms twined around his neck.
She forced her heavy eyelids open and stared at him.
He gave her a slow, satisfied smile. I think I just proved my point.
Her heart slipped out of its life jacket and paddled toward the deep end of stupid, where the water
was way over its head.
And your point was?
Don t stress about your Chi or your luck or wearing out your welcome. He looked like he wanted
to say something more, but then he stopped and smiled. Would it settle you down if I told you you re
the best roommate I ve ever had?
Uh-oh. That heart of hers just kept drifting deeper and deeper. Really?
No contest. Of course, you have to keep in mind that Trevor was my first. He refused to let me
have the top bunk and enjoyed throwing his blankets over me while I slept, so I woke up in a sweaty,
claustrophobic cocoon every morning. My next roommate was my younger brother Logan, who
bitched incessantly because I refused to let him have the top bunk, even though he walked in his sleep
at least three times a week until he hit puberty. Oh, yeah, I ve also roomed in a barracks with forty
belching, farting marines.
No women, she noted, and tried to pop the idiotic bubble of happiness swelling in her chest at the
realization.
You really think you can live with the room this way?
He glanced around, then back to her, and inspected her from top to bottom, until every erogenous
zone in her body felt like it had been kissed with lip plumper. My Chi s flowing better already.
Chapter Fourteen
You have to get me out of here, Lynne. I ll take any assignment, anywhere. I ll take receptionist,
orderly& janitor. Chloe clutched the phone to her ear and stared blindly out the living room window
at the sun shining over the San Onofre Mountains.
What s wrong? Concern laced Lynne s voice. Has Major Hottie turned out to be a major
asshole?
No. She swallowed the bubble of panic trying to rise in her throat. No. He s& Perfect. I just
can t stay.
He asked you to leave?
No. He told me I could stay as long as I needed, but I have to do some& um& damage control
Uh-oh. Dinner Saturday night blew your cover, and his boss figured out your engagement isn t
real?
Saturday went fine. Too good. We fooled them. And she was fooling herself if she thought she
could live with Michael for the next few weeks without falling for him the same inevitable way an
apple falls out of a tree. He was gravity and whatever wings she d grown were useless against his
pull.
So, why the rush to leave? Especially when I ve got a dream job lined up for you in New
Mexico.
Because this guy already owns every inch of my body, and if I hang around much longer, he s
going to own my heart, too.
During dinner with the Hardings I kind of insinuated I would be looking for a permanent position
locally now that Michael and I are getting married. This morning, Loretta Harding called to say she
mentioned me to a friend of hers who owns Veronica s Oasis a day spa here in San Clemente, just a
couple blocks from the apartment. Wouldn t you know, Veronica is looking to add to her roster of
massage therapists, so, long story short, tomorrow morning I have an interview.
Uh-oh.
Yeah, uh-oh. If she offers me a job, I m screwed. Her chest tightened, as if already squeezed in a
trap.
Well, now& maybe not.
No, I am. I ve already thought about this every which way. If she extends an offer, I have to find
some reasonable grounds for turning it down, because, obviously, I can t accept and then up and leave
in a few weeks. That wouldn t be right.
What if it s a great job? Keep your mind and your options open, because, much as I hate to lose
you, you might actually want to accept the position.
I won t. I like the excitement of being a traveling therapist. That was her story and she was
sticking to it, even though New Mexico was starting to sound more lonely than exciting. But even if I
fell in love with the opportunity, I can t accept because then Michael and I are stuck in the fake
engagement.
Stuck-schmuck. Get a paycheck under your belt so you can afford your own place and then go
ahead and have your fake breakup. The only difference is, instead of moving to a different state, you
move to a different apartment. Happens all the time.
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