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it, he thought with a sense of wild anticipation.
    She cleared her throat. Anna Dane.
    So your writing has your mother up in arms? He sat down at the bar as she turned and set his cup of coffee on it.
    She shrugged again. Her and several other people.
    He could tell it hurt and embarrassed her. And she had faced it alone. He knew that for a fact. He had made certain Anna hadn t gone on to find another lover before he crashed into her life again. He didn t want her hurt anymore than he wanted her to lose anything more than she had already because of him. But he hadn t known about the attempts to take Michael away from her. He was going to have to have a long talk with Major Ridgeway and the lawyer.
    He watched her as she sipped at her coffee, her head lowered, refusing to meet his eyes, as though she were awaiting his condemnation.
    You re a beautiful woman, Anna, he told her softly then. The most beautiful woman he had ever known. What you write or what you do, no matter how you do it isn t a reflection upon you as a mother. Mike is happy and healthy and I can t see you having orgies in the house, so what makes her think she can use it to take Mike?
    She took a deep breath and lifted her gaze then. Because, she has the connections and the money to make it happen if I mess up just once. That s how. I could lose Mike and everything Blake sacrificed his life to make sure we had. But I won t pretend to be dead for her, or anyone else. Not for Blake s memory and not for my mothers greed. And if you expect anything different, then staying here might not be a good idea. You can find the books the last room down the hall in the library. Read to your hearts content.
    Anna. He stopped her as she made to leave the kitchen. His hand on her arm, her soft skin heating beneath his fingers. I don t need to read the books. I don t need to know what you write or why. And it s a damned good thing you didn t die with Blake, because this hard on sure as hell isn t for a dead woman. And it s not for a writer. Its for a beautiful, too damned innocent young woman that made me catch my breath with first sight of her. And I ll make good and damned sure that anyone else that comes to take what s yours thinks twice about it. That I promise you.
     

CHAPTER TEN
    He had a hard on for her. Anna had escaped the kitchen as fast as humanly possibly, picked up Mike and headed out back where she could hopefully make sense of the conflicting emotions whipping through her body.

    And he hadn t been lying. She had glanced down, seen the hard, long ridge of flesh rising beneath his jeans and barely stilled her hunger. She hadn t been touched since Blake. Her sexuality, her hormones had been in hibernation other than the erotic fantasies she allowed to come to life on her laptop. Fantasies that often made her blush to write them, but made her throb with longing. Unfortunately, she hadn t met anyone she would even consider allowing those fantasies free with. Until Devon. In the dark lonliness of her bed her dream lover had finally formed a face. And it had been Devon s. Devon holding her down, moving between her thighs, plunging hard and fast inside her pussy as she begged for a release he refused to allow her.
    She fought to still her trembling heart as she watched Mike play in the sheltered sandbox and on the swing set her father had put up that summer. He was such a good baby.
    Playful and filled with laughter and yet willing to play on his own when he had to. He didn t fuss, and rarely cried. And he was everything in her world.
    She would have given up the writing if she thought it would seriously hurt her chances of keeping her baby, but the lawyer had assured her there was nothing that could be done.
    Despite the fact that the judge was her mother s cousin and the county she lived in frowned heavily on what she wrote, so far, his advice had held true. Each attempt had been dismissed.
    Anna shook her head. Why she tolerated it, she wasn t certain. She made