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these things about Delaney. She would completely flip out if she had even an inkling that he’d gotten aroused over the sight of her ass in her tight new jeans. Even as he thought it, Delaney turned and bent to pick up something off the ground. He thrust his hands into his pockets to counteract the ass-grabbing urge that once again rocked him, and wrenched his eyes away.
    “So, um, I went to the lawyers this afternoon,” he said, trying to get a grip on himself.
    “Uh-huh,” Delaney murmured, hanging dress after dress in the wardrobe. He frowned when he saw how short they were. Maybe they were tops, not dresses? If he was to have any chance of keeping his sanity and conquering this sudden, aberrant bout of hyper-awareness where she was concerned, they’d better be.
    “He floated another idea, something we hadn’t considered. We get someone in to take over your role, and you stay in the business as a silent partner. Maybe just give advice whenever required, that kind of thing,” Sam said, leaning against the wall.
    Delaney shook her head, her newly streaked hair dancing around her face hypnotically.
    “But I told you, Sam. I want out. I don’t want to be connected to the business at all.”
    Sam should have been more worried about what she was saying, he knew he should, but she’d just emptied out a shopping bag full of lacy, silky scraps. He watched, fascinated, as she sorted through the rainbow-hued mass, matching bras to panties or thongs. Thongs! Delaney in a thong. Delaney’s perfect, ripe peach of a butt in a thong.
    Little Sam once again made a determined effort to join proceedings, and Sam fisted his hands in his pockets, dreading the thought that Delaney might look up and see his erection and get completely the wrong idea.
    He was not turned on by her new underwear. He was not turned on by her. He was just freaking out over the fact that she wanted out from the business. That was all. His body’s response was just a weird offshoot of his reaction.
    Belatedly he realized that Delaney had stopped packing things away to stare at him, waiting for his response.
    “Um, right,” he said.
    She sat on the bed, offering him an untrammeled view down the neck of her new top.
    “Sam, I know this has been a bolt from the blue, and it’s going to take you some time to adjust, but it’s what I want,” she said firmly.
    Her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took, straining upward as though they wanted to escape the confines of her clothing. He licked his lips, wondering what color her nipples were.
    It was such a basic, primal thought that Sam actually turned toward the door, ready to flat-out run from his own animal instincts.
    “What’s wrong?” Delaney demanded. She stood again, and Sam heaved a sigh of relief that he could no longer see down her top. The pressure in his boxers eased a notch, but he didn’t dare pull his hands from his pockets.
    “Nothing. Just a bit of…gas,” he said lamely when nothing else came to mind.
    “Not in my bedroom,” Delaney said instantly, pointing toward the door. “And you need to get out anyway. My date will be here soon and I need to start getting ready.”
    Sam froze. “Date? What date?”
    Delaney lifted a shoulder negligently. He just managed to keep his eyes above her neckline.
    “Jake dropped by this afternoon. He asked me out to dinner tonight,” she said.
    Sam stared at her. “Jake the printing rep? That Jake?”
    “Do we know any others?” she asked.
    “But he’s a complete sleaze, Delaney. He’s always checking out chicks, and every time I see him out somewhere he’s with a new woman,” Sam said indignantly.
    “So? Maybe he just hasn’t met the right woman yet,” Delaney said.
    Before he could tell her how wrong she was, what sort of trouble she was inviting, she shoved him out of her bedroom and shut the door in his face.

3
    CRACKING OPEN ONE of the beers he’d brought down, Sam paced back and forth across Delaney’s jarrah wood