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like a determined woman.
    A determined, sexy woman.
    â€œIt’s about getting to know each other,” she told him in a sultry voice.
    Well, this was new. Cruz looked at her a little uncertainly. “You feeling all right, Savannah?”
    â€œI’m fine.”
    She trailed the back of her hand along his face, then slid her fingertips down his throat, lingering where it dipped in. Savannah became aware of his pulse. It felt as if it had accelerated.
    Good!
    Before she could press it against his chest, Cruz caught her hand and held it for a moment. Savannah was stirring things up and he wanted to be able to think clearly.
    â€œThen what’s this talk about getting to know each other?” he asked her. “We already know each other. I know everything about you and you damn well know everything about me.”
    He had no secrets from her. She was the other half of his soul, and filled his thoughts. Didn’t she know that?
    â€œEverything?” Savannah teased, her breath dancing along his cheek.
    She moved her head nearer, bringing her lips achingly close to his. At the last possible second she drew back, just when she judged Cruz was going to kiss her. A little effort, a little pursuit helped to spice things up. She didn’t want this to be too easy, even though part of her wanted to throw herself into his arms and make love right here and now until there wasn’t a breath left within her body.
    The look in her eyes challenged him as she took him up on his claim. “If you know me inside and out, what color underwear am I wearing?”
    What had come over her? He spread his hands wide, trying to harness his confusion. “I don’t know.” And then, because she looked as if she was waiting for some kind of an answer, he gave one. “White?”
    She moved her head from side to side slowly, her eyes never leaving his. “No.”
    He made another stab, picking her favorite color. “Blue?”
    That was the color of the nightgown she was going to wear for him tonight. If clouds could be called blue. “No.”
    Exasperated, he held back his temper. “Okay, then, what color?”
    Instead of answering, she took his hand and lightly placed it against her hip. With her eyes on his, her hand covering his, she slowly rotated his palm toward her buttocks.
    Savannah watched with pleasure as a light came into her husband’s eyes. He lifted his brow as a surprised, sensual smile came to his lips.
    â€œYou’re not wearing any.”
    â€œThe man gets a prize.” She moved her body against his, silently indicating that she was the prize he had won.
    Tired though he was, Cruz could feel himself responding to her. After all, until life and its myriad details had caught up to them and dragged them both down, burying them beneath a ton of responsibilities that only insisted on multiplying, they’d had an incredible sex life.
    For all her innocence, Savannah had turned out to be the best natural lover he’d ever had. Considering the fact that he was far from a novice, this was saying a great deal.
    Yearning seized him the way it hadn’t for a long time. But even as he lowered his mouth to hers, Cruz suddenly stopped himself and looked around uneasily.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Didn’t he want her anymore? The question feverishly throbbed in her head, ushering fear in its wake.
    â€œHoney, what if Luke walks in on us?”
    She offered up a silent prayer of thanks. He did want her, he was just being a good father. Her mouth softened into a smile. “Then I’d ask him what a five-year-old was doing walking all the way over from the other side of Red Rock.”
    Cruz’s brows knitted together in a confused line. “I don’t—”
    Poor darling, he really was tired, not to immediately make the connection.
    But not so tired that she hadn’t gotten to him, Savannah congratulated herself. She could feel his body