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his first sip. About six more cups and he might even begin to feel human. It struck Noah that for the first time that he could remember, his apartment felt like home. Kara had picked it out for him, and a decorator had thrown furniture and stuff around. He spent as little time in the place as possible because it had never really suited him.
    But now, waking up with Grace beside him, having her hand him coffee with a smile and hearing her chitchat…it all felt right. It felt like a home should feel, even with all his tension and uncertainty about the previous night’s happenings.
    He liked it, but he also didn’t like it. “You can have the shower now if you want.”
    “Oh no!” Grace pushed her hair behind her ears, shifting around from one bare foot to the other in typical Grace-like nervousness. “I couldn’t.”
    Noah propped a shoulder on the bathroom wall and surveyed her as he downed more coffee. She had great legs, not real long but nicely shaped, with full thighs, cute dimpled knees and small, arched feet.
    And now that he was sober, Noah could also see how her waist dipped in, adding emphasis to her voluptuous breasts and bottom. He even looked over her rounded shoulders and the curve of her belly with sensual appreciation. She reminded him of a Grecian statue: Put her in a toga and she’d be a perfect replica.
    Gracie had a lot of shape—all of it sexy as hell. “You’re here,” Noah reasoned, pointing out the obvious. “You spent the night.” A night he couldn’t remember, damn it. “Under the circumstances, you can even use my toothbrush if you want.”
    Her gaze darkened more and darted to the bathroom sink, where his wet toothbrush lay. “I, ah, I found baking soda in the kitchen and made do.” Holding up a finger like a toothbrush, she demonstrated. “But thank you.”
    “Grace, about last night…”
    She tugged on the hem of his shirt, trying to bring it farther down her thighs and distracting him from what he wanted to say.
    “Are you feeling better?” she asked when he didn’t continue. Her voice had gone all soft and sympathetic, putting Noah on edge.
    It was bad enough that he’d slept with her, that he’d had all those luscious curves under him and couldn’t remember a thing about it; the idea that he might have been a whiny ass, too, was intolerable.
    Through his teeth, Noah said, “I’m fine.”
    “Good.”
    He needed to get back on track. By the second, Grace became more appealing. He almost wished she wasn’t such a sweetheart, in which case he’d already have her panties off her and apologizing would be the last thing on his mind.
    Resigned, Noah gulped down the last of the coffee. “I wanted to apologize.”
    “No need.” Her smile now was genuine. “I didn’t mind. I even…” She blushed. “Well, I enjoyed myself.”
    Noah could only stare. Grace was a lady, always. Not a priss like Kara, but just as proper. Surely more moral. Yet she’d enjoyed herself?
    He heard himself say, “Well, thank God for that.”
    “What?”
    He shook his head and decided a few admissions were in order. “I was so damn drunk, I had no idea if I’d embarrassed myself.” Noah could just imagine how much more awkward this would be if he’d fallen asleep in the middle of things, leaving Grace unsatisfied.
    But God, he wished he could recall her satisfaction.
    Grace frowned. “You don’t ever have to be embarrassed with me. Besides, you were justified.”
    His head started pounding again. Noah set the mug aside and caught her shoulders. “I shouldn’t have touched you, Grace. Drunk or not, whether you liked it or not, that was out of line. You should slap my face, not make excuses for me.”
    She appeared to be holding her breath and staring at his mouth.
    “Grace?”
    “You didn’t,” she gasped out, and her breasts heaved, drawing his attention.
    “Didn’t what?” Noah asked, even as his brain began an erotic fantasy with those bountiful breasts as the focal