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show. It’s classy, yet eye-catching.” She placed her other hand on his chest, smoothing her palms to his shoulders. “Why didn’t you use it?”
    “Matilda and the other head honchos said it looked tired—but what do they know?”
    “Absolutely nothing.” Samara toyed with the hairs at the base of his skull. So soft and silky. Her nipples pebbled behind her bra. Did he feel the tension between them? The desire slowly eroding at her restraint? The warmth of his body radiated to hers. If she moved an inch, their lips would meet again.
    Although his lids drooped to half-mast, Ryan shoved his hands into his pockets and nodded to the front room. “I’m gonna call it a night on the couch.”
    “Yeah?” No, no. he was supposed to take her, to act like the Ryan she’d seen on the show—all bluster and sex appeal.
    “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
    Samara nibbled her bottom lip as he shuffled out of the bedroom. Embarrassment coursed through her veins. He wanted her to like him, not the persona from the show. And she’d admitted she liked him! Talk about making a mess out of nothing. She stared at the photos on the walls to regain her bearings, but her breath caught when a streak of lightning illuminated the room. A photo sat curled over on his dresser. Her curiosity got the better of her as she shifted the curled paper. In the image, he wore a tuxedo and smiled while a scantily clad brunette in white clung to his arm.
    His wedding picture.
    A pang of jealousy hit hard. Duh, she knew he’d been married. He’d told her so. Why did it bother her? Because she liked him more than she wanted to admit. She clutched her stomach, aware of the pounds in places most men found unappealing. He’d made the first move by insisting she join him for a ghost hunt. He admitted he wanted her even after she shoved him away with both hands.   He stirred something deep within her. Her body craved his touch and her mind? Arguing with him charged her senses. Was it the Spirit Mate stuff he talked about?
    Shedding her tank top and jeans, she pondered her next move. He said he liked her. Was he in the other room thinking about her, craving her touch and kiss? Only one way to find out. “Ryan?”
    A thump echoed from the front room, followed by hurried footsteps. “Samara? What’s wrong?” Ryan, completely clothed, burst through the bedroom doorway. “Are you…?”
    “I changed my mind. I want you to stay in here with me.”
    His mouth opened and closed twice before he answered. He fisted his hands at his sides, tension radiating in his muscles. “I’ll sleep in my clothes so you don’t think I’m trying to take advantage of you.”
    “I want you to.” There. She’d been blunt. Told him what she wanted without wimping out. He held the next move. “I’m here for your taking.”
    “Huh?” His gaze roved over her body, pausing on her breasts before making the journey to her eyes. “Samara … ”
    “I’m not going to hide the fact I am very much attracted to you.” She slid the straps of her bra down her shoulders. No turning back now. “I don’t believe I have any special abilities and I’m not buying into this Spirit Mate business, but if part of the grand scheme is to bring us together—I’m game.”
    “Babe.” The word came out low, on a groan. “I want.”
    She climbed onto the bed, crawling towards him and closing the gap. “You sleep nude, don’t you?”
    He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “That’s not the question I expected.” He cupped her skull, his thumbs caressing the skin behind her ears and sending a jolt of electricity to her core.
    “Tell me the truth,” she replied, kissing his inner wrist.
    His lips parted with a sigh. “You’re not gonna go easy on me?” When she shook her head, he continued, his voice hoarse. “Boxers, in case there’s a fire. I don’t want to flash the neighbourhood even if it is pitch black outside.”
    A grin curled her lips. She’d