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sheer material which draped from the
ceiling to the floor all around the bed, giving off the effect of a
cloud surrounding the lover’s nest of velvet. She knew one thing
for sure; there was no way in hell she was going to sleep in that
bed with that man.
    Shaking her head, she turned away from
the offensive bed and started to unpack her bags. Considering
whether to tackle Devin’s things, E was startled by the fact that
she had thought of him as Devin and not Detective Kane. When had
that happened? It was probably because he kept telling her to make
sure and not slip in front of the staff. She brushed it off to this
fact and stepped back to inspect her job. Satisfied with the
arrangement of her things in the dresser and the closet that lined
a wall, she pulled off Devin’s jacket and hung it beside her
things. Elizabeth could hear the noise from the shower and could
make out the slight sound of whistling.
    He wouldn’t be in there all day and
she had to decide what to do next with her. Slipping out of her
shoes, she walked over to the vanity and sat down on the cushioned
seat. Picking up her brush, started to remove some of the tangles
from her hair when she heard a knock at the door. Her hand stilled.
Who could that be? No one knew they were here. The bathroom door
swung open, Devin came through wearing nothing, but a towel wrapped
around his waist. With his finger to his lips, he motioned for her
to be quiet and walked to the door.
    “Who is it?” The question was barked,
but there was no response. Devin looked through the peephole;
releasing a sigh he opened the door a crack. “What can I do for
you?”
    Elizabeth heard the question but did
not hear the response. She had not recovered from the shock of
seeing Devin clad only in a towel that was slung low on his hips.
With his shoulders and chest bear, he was the first almost naked
man Elizabeth had ever seen. She soaked in the smooth skin pulled
taunt across his shoulder blades, watched the play of muscles down
his back, fascinated by the slightly rounded buttocks covered by
the terry cloth. Her breathing was shallow and she couldn’t seem to
pull her eyes away. Then he was opening the door and turning toward
her as he spoke, “yes, my wife was wondering where the champagne
and strawberries were.”
    With his back to the waiter, Devin
made a funny face at Elizabeth causing her to gasp. Was he crazy
answering the door like that? What would people think? Elizabeth
chastised herself. That you are on your honeymoon silly and if you
don’t quit acting like a frightened virgin you will blow your
cover.
    The waiter watched them with
fascination. Then Devin must have noticed him staring at the rip in
Elizabeth’s blouse because he sat on the bench behind Elizabeth.
Lifting a leg, he straddled the bench and pulled her closer into
his body, covering the torn material with one large hand at her
waist. He smiled at the young man.
    “I don’t want my wife to be
disappointed on her honeymoon, you know what I mean son,” Devin
winked at the waiter.
    Embarrassed beyond belief, Elizabeth
buried her face in one bare shoulder waiting for the young man to
leave. Devin smelled of soap and a musky male scent that she
recognized from his coat, and droplets of water still clung to his
bare chest. She was not sure if it was embarrassment that burned
her, or the proximity of his body.
    She resisted the temptation to take
her tongue and catch the drop of water that had fallen from his
damp hair and now traveled from his shoulder down his chest and
over his tight stomach tangling in the patch of hair that started
at his navel and disappeared into the towel. Instead, she closed
her eyes and buried her head deeper, praying that she would survive
without going up in flames. She missed the whole conversation
between Devin and the waiter and was stunned when her “husband”
stood to show the waiter out.
    With eyes still closed, she could feel
Devin staring at her. “What are you doing?”