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impossible to contract anything when you haven't had sex for a couple of years."
    "What the hell?" Zane stopped wiping her belly. "You've gone two years with no sex?"
    "At least." She shrugged. "I just never met the right person who remotely interested me."
    "And then you have sex with a man you don't even know on the same day you meet him."
    He let the sheet drop back onto the bed and he moved his hand up to caress her hip.
    "That's awfully dangerous, honey. Like I said before, you lead with your heart."
    "Okay, okay, you're right." She trailed her fingers over his jaw, his stubble rough beneath her sensitized fingertips. "But I also knew my instincts were dead-on -when it came to you. I didn't have a single doubt in my mind that you're a good man, and that this would be right."
    "Thank you." Zane cupped the back of her head and drew her to him for a hard kiss. "But you're not allowed to pick up strange men ever again."
    Willow raised her brows. "Oh? And who's going to stop me?" "I'll figure out a way,"
    Zane said before he rolled her onto her back and took her again.

Chapter 9
    "Aunt Becky, really, it was okay." Zane had dropped Willow off five hours ago, at three in the morning, but she was wide awake and exhilarated. She crumpled a paper napkin and made an easy shot into the kitchen waste can. Two points, easy. "Zane's a nice guy and—"
    "But you didn't know him." Becky set a plate on the breakfast bar with scrambled eggs, sausage links, and toast, which smelled so good Willow's mouth watered. She climbed onto a bar stool and swiveled on it as she lost a little steam under her aunt's gaze.
    Becky put her hand on one of her portly hips. "Staying out until three a.m. with any man the first day you meet him isn't safe."
    If she truly had an idea of exactly what Willow and Zane had been doing until two-thirty in the morning . . . Willow wasn't sure she wanted to know how her aunt would react. No, make that she definitely didn't want to know.
    "Well, now I've met and had dinner with Zane. And we spent a lot of time talking and getting to know one another." Well, some of the time. Willow folded her arms on the breakfast bar. "And I know he's a good guy."
    Becky sighed and adjusted the clip at the back of her silver-streaked blond hair. "Secret Service, right? That's what you said?"
    Willow swallowed back the desire to tell Becky that she'd learned that Stacy had died for her country. Everyone thought it was a random act of violence. It was so unfair that no one outside of whatever agency Stacy worked for could know the truth.
    Becky straightened and Willow met her aunt's hazel eyes. "You've been an angel to stay with us these past few months and helping out like you have with your job at Macy's."
    Becky reached up and put her hand over Willow's. "But you have a life to get back to."
    "I'm enjoying being here with you." Willow said, and meant it.
    Becky squeezed her hand. "For the Lord's sake, child, you've done everything but defend your dissertation to get your doctorate. You keep putting it off to stay with us. You need to go back to NYU, take care of it, and start applying for a position doing what you're so good at. Helping people."
    Becky drew her hand away and her smile showed she was proud, sad, and frustrated with Willow. "Just imagine the lives you'll be touching. The positive impact you can make on so many futures."
    "I want to be here for you right now." Willow glanced around the large, eclectic living area that she could see from the breakfast bar.
    A place that would never have the grandchildren running around that Stacy and her fiance would have had. Stacy and Barry had planned to start a family—she was going to be quitting her job as "an interpreter" to start her new life with her future husband.
    Now that future was gone. No grandchildren would be terrorizing this house or their grandparents' cranky poodle.
    Willow met her aunt's eyes. "Would you rather I leave?"
    "Lord knows I love having you here." Becky's