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    “Yeah, the downstairs buzzer just went off. Just a sec.”
    Jenna carried the phone to the intercom, and pressed the TALK button. “Hello?”
    “Hey,” came the deep reply. “You didn’t get any dessert tonight. Thought I’d bring some by.”
    “Oh, my God,” Sarah squealed into the phone. “It’s him.”
    Jenna released the TALK button and hissed into the phone. “Shhh, he’ll hear you. Now be quiet, or I’ll
    hang up.” She pressed the button again. “It’s kind of late, but sure, c’mon up.”
    “I cannot believe you just reminded him how late it is,” Sarah said.
    “Yeah, well, some of us have to get up early in the morning for work. And oh, God, I gotta go, Sarah.
    I’m in my nightgown. I can’t let him in looking like this.”
    “Okay, but I want details tomorrow.”
    Jenna hung up the phone and made a beeline for her bedroom. She was almost there when she heard the
    pounding on her door. Too late.
    She froze, a number of scenarios running through her mind, all of which involved leaving Bryce standing
    at her door while she prepared to wow him. Which would take far longer than the thirty seconds she had.
    With a groan, she turned around and padded across the hardwood floor of her apartment. With a deep
    breath, she gathered her control and pulled the heavy chain from the lock, then turned the dead bolt.
    Opening the door, she cracked it just enough so she could peek around the corner.
    She almost had heart failure right there on the spot. Standing before her was Bryce, wearing silver oven
    mitts holding a casserole dish covered with tin foil. She saw that his hazel eyes looked a touch more
    green in the light coming from the hall. That devilish dimple of his was out in full force as he smiled down
    at her.
    “Hey,” he said, his voice a deep rumble from his chest. “You gonna let me in?”
    “I, um,” she ran a self-conscious hand through her hair. “I was just heading off to bed. It’s kind of late.”
    “Yeah. I know. Sorry about that.” The green in his eyes seemed to fade. “I won’t keep you. Let me just
    drop this off and I’ll be out of your hair. It’s getting too hot to hold.”
    Her gaze dropped to his hands and she noticed how he kept redistributing the weight of the casserole
    dish. He was likely getting scalded.
    Every sane thought flew out of her head in that instant. The door was flung wide, and she was ushering
    him into her apartment, not thinking of how she was dressed.
    He noticed the candles lit on her coffee table, and she redirected his attention to the galley kitchen ahead
    of him.
    “Was I interrupting something?” he asked, his voice suddenly taking on a strange tone.
    “No, why?”
    “The candles? The fact that there are two glasses sitting on your coffee table.”
    “I often light candles, and what would two glasses signify?” she asked, slapping a hot pad onto the
    countertop.
    “Oh, I don’t know,” he growled. “Maybe the fact that you were having a drink with a guest. Is that why
    you ditched me tonight, because you had another date?”
    “Another date?” she asked, her eyeballs nearly popping out of her head.
    His face seemed to grow a bit pale as he looked around. “Is he still here? Is that what you meant when
    you said you were going to bed?”
    Jenna couldn’t breathe. Was Bryce questioning her about her private life? She didn’t know whether to be
    elated or ticked off at his gall. Where did he get off asking her such questions? The man who catted
    around with a different woman every night of the week.
    “Is that why you’re wearingthat ?”
    Now it was Jenna’s turn to go pasty. Oh, Lord, she’d forgotten what she was wearing. Suddenly, she
    wanted to cover her body with her arms, with anything, even the little white tea towel hanging from the
    handle of the oven would suffice.
    “Where is he? Waiting for you in bed?”
    The accusatory look in Bryce’s eyes suddenly made her irrational.