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she noted dryly while with a few elegant practiced moves she slid
her dress and lightweight sweater back into place. Poking in her small purse,
she produced a comb.
    “Yeah?” Matt paused in zipping up his jeans.
    “Sexy.
I hope they were for me. Maybe I’ll get a chance to get the full effect later,
now that we’ve got the preliminaries over.” She smiled. Easy
and confident again.
    Matt
drew a heavy breath of relief. Christy seemed no worse the wear for his stupid
and totally surprising attack. Still, he shouldn’t assume. And he was slightly
shocked to find the hint of accusation circling around his own fragile male
ego. If she were the instigating “secret admirer” then she had to assume at
least a partial burden of blame for bringing the coals back to flaming life.
    He
shook his head as he dragged on his flannel shirt. Old, ancient feelings of
male/female gameplay rattled around. He felt horribly out of practice. Old, inexperienced. Adolescent angst rose up and bit him in
the ass. Or was it Christy’s spike heel prints? He suddenly laughed.
    Christy
beamed, combing and stroking her white-hot mane back to where she wanted it to
be. “That’s good to hear. You were looking a little stricken there for a
minute, ole buddy.” She moved in front of him, checking out his naked chest and
arms with appraising palms. “Don’t get me wrong, Matt. Considering I’ve
wondered what kind of fuck you’ve developed into for some years now, you didn’t
disappoint. If anything, you pretty much surprised the hell out of me. And that
doesn’t happen often enough in my somewhat dreary dating life. I might start
taking a much closer look at the available widowers in town from now on. I’ll
just be sure not to stand in front of a sofa when I turn on my full come-hither
charms.”
    Matt
enclosed her with his grateful arms, drawing her close. “You are one terrific
woman to put up with an old stumblebum like me. I had a great hot date planned
for us and now that we’ve got the ‘hot’ part out of the way, maybe we can still
have a nice evening and get to know each other.”
    That
sounded like the same line he had used on Lucy. Not good.
    She
gave a rueful chuckle, settling comfortably against his chest. “I’m afraid
that’s about all there is to me, Matt. A hot fuck. That’s pretty much what I’ve been noted for for some time now, and I’m not so
sure they aren’t right. I look good. I lay good. Could be a
worse way to live a life.”
    He
held her away to take an appraising look. “We’ll see. I’ve got take-out from
Antonio’s, his braised ribs special, plenty of wood for a crackling fire,
couple of nice bottles of wine, Buddy’s guaranteed-to-get-me-some-action
romantic CD’s, even some date-night DVDs—HD quality, no less. Stick with me
kid, and you might get another shot at my ‘secret admirer’ shorts.”
    “Now
don’t go all gooey- pooey on me, Matt,” she shrugged,
showing no reaction to the secret admirer tag. “I’m not used to being treated
like permanent girlfriend-potential, although I have to admit I do have on a
very sexy thong that could probably use a little drying out, so I just might
take you up on that cozy evening in front of the fire you’ve got planned.”
    “ Ooooo ,” he purred roughly. “Then you’d be naked underneath
all that fine finery. You just might set off my cave-man instincts again. Think
you could handle that a second time?”
    “I
think I could probably replace that pack of heavy-duty condoms in my purse with
a chunk of firewood and I’d have a pretty potent weapon for keeping you in
line.” She rose on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth. “You got a deal.”
    Arm
in arm, she guided him toward the kitchen area of the open-plan cottage living
room. “How about we start with a nice glass of wine from one of those bottles
you mentioned?”
    Matt
glowed. Comfortable. Sexy. No
pressure. What more could a man ask? He was pretty damn sure before the evening
was out,