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allowed him to lead her from the room.
    He closed the door on the devastation, making a mental note to sort it out for her when he could. This room obviously held memories, and he’d do what he could to salvage as many of her family’s possessions as possible. When he got his hands on the cowardly bastard who’d done this to her, he’d break the jerk’s neck with his bare hands. The violence of his thoughts surprised him, but he didn’t stop to analyze the reasons why he felt so strongly.
    “You sure you haven’t got anything stronger than tea in this house?” he asked. “We could sure do with something to help us sleep.”
    “Was the bed that uncomfortable?” she asked, with a glimmer of her feisty personality shining through the tears.
    “It’s too damned quiet,” he said, unconvincing even to his own ears.
    “You townies are too soft.” She rummaged at the back of the pantry and let out a triumphant shout. “Emergency supplies,” she said, triumphantly brandishing a half bottle of brandy.
    “Just what Uncle Bay ordered.”
    He took the bottle from her, found a couple of glasses and poured them each a healthy tot. She sat at the kitchen table and watched him, an unreadable expression gracing her features.
    “Thanks,” she said. “I should have thought of this myself.”
    He handed her glass to her and took the seat opposite. It was probably better to keep the table as a barrier between them. “Cheers,” he said, clinking his glass against hers.
    They each sipped their drinks warily, watching one another over the rims of the glasses. Her violet eyes, still rimmed with tears, were now wary with…with what? Anticipation, curiosity? They were both virtually naked, presumably accounting for the air of expectation that hovered between them. The room was cool and he could see her nipples, ripe and firm, pushing against the fabric of her T-shirt. Hell, he wanted her! He also knew better than to make a move. She was an emotional wreck and he didn’t intend to take advantage of her vulnerability.
    “You, Dex, and Marty seem pretty tight.” The sound of her voice broke the tense silence, temporarily diverting his mind away from thoughts of fucking her. “How come you’re in partnership? Did you grow up together or something like that?”
    “No, we’re from different states and only met one another about ten years ago. I was managing a country club back in Boston and Marty was employed as the golf professional.”
    Her eyes widened. “He’s a professional golfer.”
    “He’s a golf teacher.” Bay smiled. “He’d be the first to tell you there’s a big difference. Between you and me, he’s a damned good golfer and could probably have made it as a pro, but he didn’t want to go down that route.”
    “Why not?”
    His gaze was fixated on her lush mouth and the way her lips parted, shiny and moist, whenever she spoke. If ever a mouth was designed to be kissed, it was hers. It was a criminal waste.
    “Sorry.” He shook his head to dispel the forbidden thought. “What did you say?”
    “I asked why Marty didn’t want to go on the professional golf circuit.”
    “You’ll have to ask him that.”
    She flapped a hand, clearly peeved by his prevarication. “I was just trying to make conversation.”
    “I know.” He covered one of her hands with his own and as quickly removed it again. He absolutely couldn’t risk touching her in his current state of heightened awareness, to say nothing of his raging hard-on. “I wasn’t holding out on you. It’s just not my story to tell.”
    “What about Dex then? How did you meet him?”
    “Same way. He managed the leisure facilities, including the massage rooms, so you’ll have something in common to talk about.”
    She took another sip of her drink, propped one elbow on the table, canted her head, and rested it in her splayed hand. “So the three of you were employed by someone else. How come you turned into entrepreneurs in your own right?”
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