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listened as a prominent magazine offered her an interview. Her eyes widened as they casually threw out how much they were willing to pay her for her time. Now this was interesting. That kind of money would give her a cushion while she started her own business.
    Playing back that message, she jotted down the contact name and number and laid it aside. She didn’t know what she was going to do, but she wasn’t going to make any hasty decisions. They could all wait until tomorrow. Today was about her.

Chapter Three
    Jane padded into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. Ignoring the shower, she ran a nice hot bath, pouring in the remainder of an expensive bottle of bath crystals she’d bought when she’d still been working and earning good money. Stepping into the tub, she relaxed as the water rose around her. She’d neglected herself over the last few months, but that was going to change. Starting now.
    And right at this moment, that meant simply lying back in the tub and letting the soft scent of lavender and the hot water soothe her poor aching body. When the tub was filled, she turned off the taps, leaned back, closed her eyes and allowed the quiet to wrap around her.
    When the water finally started to cool, she sat up, picked up her sponge and began to wash. The flickering light from the candles she’d lit danced over the walls. Pulling the plug, she stepped out of the tub and dried herself with a large fluffy bath towel. Fortunately, she’d shaved her legs in the shower this morning, so that chore was done. Grabbing her bottle of body lotion, she poured a dollop into her palm and began to smooth it over her skin.
    Humming under her breath, she stroked the cream over her calves and thighs and across her belly and hips. Pouring some more into her hand, she covered her breasts with her hands, massaging the sweet-smelling lotion into them. It had been a long time since she’d pampered herself this way and she found herself enjoying all the feminine rituals she’d let slide.
    When she was finished, she pulled on a pair of silky summer pajamas. She’d wanted something pretty to wear tonight and these fit the bill. A soft pale blue, the drawstring pants glided over her legs. She had to tighten the string around the waist and still they fell below her bellybutton. She really had lost weight since she’d bought them last summer. The top was a simple shell with spaghetti string straps and was cut down in a simple v-neck.
    Hanging her damp towel over the shower curtain rod, she opened the bathroom door and padded out to the daybed. The tapestry was spread across the bottom of the mattress, its colors bold and inviting. Unable to resist, she sat next to it and drew her fingers over the forms of the warriors.
    It was silly really. But part of her had taken such care with her appearance because of the dream last night. For the first time in months, she’d felt like a woman again. A sensual, sexy woman who was desired by a man. Well, three men really. And if that didn’t give a woman confidence, then nothing would. She knew it was only a dream, but it had been the beginning in a change in attitude for her that had started the second she’d bought the sewing machine and the tapestry.
    Groaning, she flopped back on the daybed and stared at the ceiling. If a dream was having this kind of an effect on her, she couldn’t imagine what having an actual sex life might do. But Jane was picky about the men she let into her life. She’d only slept with two men in her life and while the sex had been good, neither relationship had lasted.
    Maybe she should forget about finding a man to spend the rest of her life with and just have a rip-roaring, flaming affair. Rolling onto her stomach, she stared down at the captivating faces of the warriors. There was no doubt that any one of these men would fit the bill for her. Handsome, strong and definitely able to please her sexually, she was afraid that these dream warriors had spoiled