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opposite, actually. " He kissed her fingertips.
    "You can
go, if you want to . " She tried to pull her hand
away, but he wouldn't let her.
    "Relax.   I'll stay until you fall asleep, and then I'll
go.   Okay?" He stroked his thumb
down her palm, willing her to relax.
    She closed her
eyes, a tiny wrinkle of tension between her brows.   It occurred to Matt that she was probably
around his age, but she seemed so cheerful most of the day, he'd just assumed
she was young.   "How long were you
married?" he asked.
    She looked at
him, tilting her head on the pillow.   "Ten years.   Why?"
    He smiled.   "I confess , I
was trying to guess how old you are.   You
look so young—"
    Her laugh cut
him off.   "I'm forty.   Very much not young. "
    He shook his
head.   "That's not old.   I'm forty-three.   That's old.   I have the grey hair to prove it. " He pointed to his temples.
    She rolled her
eyes.   "Oh please, it just makes you
look even more handsome . "
    "You think
I'm handsome?" he asked, happy that he'd managed to distract her from her
worries.   "Wow.   Women usually think I'm a dork. "
    She lifted her
eyebrows.   "You? A dork? That’s ridiculous. "
Her eyes ranged over him in a way that had his cock twitching.
    God, she was
going to kill him.   He kept up the
massage of her hand, pleased that she didn't seem to notice him doing it.   "I am too a dork," he said, just to
be annoying.
    It worked.   She sat up a little and pointed at him.   "You are the opposite of a dork . " Her robe gaped open, giving him a fantastic view of
her cleavage.
    Damn, she's
unbelievably gorgeous and she has no idea , he
thought, tearing his eyes away before she noticed him staring.   The edge of one nipple tantalized him.   " Nuh -uh,"
he said, carefully keeping his arousal out of his voice.   "I like reading science fiction.   I write thrillers.   I freak out in crowds. "
    She flopped
back down, shaking her head.   "You're putting me on . "
    "Nope.   All those things are true. "
    "Whatever,"
she waved her free hand indifferently.   "You have too many muscles to be a dork.   Biceps like that invalidate your dorkery . "
    He choked.   "What?"
    "You heard
me . "
    He stopped
running his thumb over her palm to look down at himself.   He didn't see anything out of the ordinary.   Well, except for the erection that won't freaking go away , he thought, exasperated.
    "Don't be
silly," he said, resuming his massage of her hand.
    She yawned.   "Whatever," she said again.
    He smiled to
himself.   "Go to sleep, Lily . "
    She did.

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Lily woke up
slowly, stretching as the morning sunlight streamed across the bed.   She'd slept well.   She'd slept so well that she felt more rested
than she'd been in months.   When she
opened her eyes, her gaze landed on the empty chair next to the bed.
    "Damn,"
she muttered to herself, inexplicably disappointed that Matt was gone.   "I didn't even get a goodnight kiss . "
    She stretched
again, then lay back against the pillows, chewing on
her lip.   "He did exactly what he
said he'd do, Lily.   So you have no
reason to mope about. " She rolled over,
remembering how sweet he'd been.   She'd
never had anyone massage her hands, let alone anything else.
    And he
didn't push for more, despite the massive erection he had , she thought, wondering if he knew that she'd noticed.   At first she'd been embarrassed, but when he
made no move to call her attention to it, she realized that he was trying not
to scare her off.
    If only he
knew, she thought.   The idea that a man as nice and handsome as he
was could be attracted to her was incredibly flattering.   And amazing, don't forget amazing , she
told herself.   She hadn't been on a date
since before she got married, and she'd weighed a lot less then.
    She rolled back
over, letting the covers fall to her waist.   Sometime during the night she'd wriggled out
of her robe, and the low-cut tank top she wore had her shivering a little