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shrugged, though she didn’t trust his tone of voice. “Go visit your
    friend. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
    He closed his eyes. Ella breathed in deeply in relief before she rushed from the
    room.

    * * * * *
    “It’s about time. What were you doing in there, anyway?” Charlie turned from the
    refrigerator as Ella moved into the kitchen.
    Charlie was nearly five years younger than Ella, slim and sophisticated, dressed in
    a gray silk sheath with matching heels. Her long, black hair fell to the middle of her
    shoulders like a fall of midnight silk, contrasting to the perfect peaches and cream
    perfection of her bare shoulders.
    “I was asleep.” Ella went to the coffee pot and put on a fresh brew of coffee.
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    “You’re never asleep before midnight, Ella,” Charlie scoffed. “Hell, you’re still up at
    one and two in the morning. I know, I can see your bedroom light from my house.”
    Ella lowered her head. She was unaware Charlie kept such a close eye on her. It was
    disconcerting.
    “Sometimes I take a nap.” She shrugged, flipping the switch and listening to the
    machine begin to hum as it began to heat the water. “It’s no big deal.”
    She turned back to her friend, aware of Charlie’s steady regard as she took a slice of
    cheesecake from the refrigerator and moved to the table. She collected a fork from the
    cabinet as she passed by it, but still, she watched Ella.
    “What’s going on? You’re acting strange.” Charlie was the most perceptive of her
    friends, but Ella didn’t like how easily even she was reading her.
    “Nothing’s going on.” Ella moved two cups from the cabinet and set cream and
    sugar on the table. “I was just tired, Charlie.”
    She was just damned uncomfortable now. Her thighs were weak and tender, her
    breasts marked by James’ mouth, her body longing to return to him. She usually
    enjoyed her friend’s visits, and looked forward to them. Charlie was usually easy going
    and filled with laughter, but now she just wanted her to leave. Ella wanted to return to
    James, his heat, his hard body.
    “Ella, you aren’t acting right, honey.” Charlie watched her with sharp, deep blue
    eyes. “What’s going on?”
    “Nothing.” Ella shook her head as she poured the coffee. She had to fight the
    trembling of her hands, and the knowledge that everything was suddenly out of
    control. And not just sexually.
    She set Charlie’s coffee cup in front of her, then moved to the other side of the table
    and sat down. As she looked up, her stomach dropped. Charlie was staring across the
    room in complete shock. Ella’s head turned slowly, knowing what held her rapt
    attention. Her brows snapped into a frown as James walked barefoot through the
    kitchen.
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    “You didn’t tell me you were fixing coffee, baby.” He wore blue jeans and nothing
    else. And those damned jeans. The top button was loose, and the waistband rode low
    on his tight abdomen. Right above it was a strawberry love bite. She remembered
    marking him, and now her face flamed as she realized her friend couldn’t miss it.
    “Dear God,” Charlie breathed as she obviously fought for breath, her gaze swinging
    from Ella to James.
    Ella could only cover her face as James poured his coffee, dropped a quick kiss to
    the top of her head and said, “I’ll finish up some of that paperwork you dragged me
    away from earlier while you talk to your friend.”
    She peeked through her fingers as he ambled away. The jeans molded his buttocks
    to perfection, and Charlie wasn’t missing a second of the view as he left the room.
    As he disappeared through the doorway, Charlie turned to her, her eyes wide, her
    expression shocked.
    “James Wyman,” she breathed out in shock. “Oh my God! Ella, you fucked James
    Wyman? Or is it Jesse?” she squeaked in fear, well aware of Tess’s interlude with Jesse
    Wyman and Cole.
    Ella squirmed in her chair. No, she thought, he had