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crowded her throat.
    "Oh, no," she said. "You're not going to ask—"
    "—for your hand," he finished. "No. I'm asking for your foot."
    She frowned. "My foot?"
    He slipped her sandal off her foot before she could say, You are nuts.
    "If you won't trust me with your hand, will you trust me with your foot?"
    "As long as it doesn't involve any weapons."
    "Just one," he said, pulling a bottle of nail polish from his pocket. "But it won't hurt."

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    Chapter 4
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    " A re you crazy?"
    Noah held fast to Martina's foot as she tried to pull it back. "Not at all. You were crying over the fact that you couldn't reach your toes. What's a former lover good for if he won't paint your toenails every now and then?"
    Martina gasped, her eyes wide with shock, her mouth moving, but nothing coming out.
    It was a nice change, Noah thought. He liked her off balance. There was something incredibly sexy about the color in her cheeks, the spark in her blue eyes and the tremble of her full mouth. He knew how that mouth tasted.
    She shook her head as if to shake herself out of her state of shock. "I wasn't crying," she said.
    "Okay, whining," he corrected.
    She opened her mouth again, then snapped it shut and glowered at him. "I don't like being called a whiner."
    Noah pulled a chair over to sit down and prop her foot between his legs. "Good thing I didn't do that."
    "You said whine."
    "Big difference. Whiner is a noun that suggests a person who whines frequently. Whine is a verb that could indicate a one-time or infrequent occurrence." He opened the tiny bottle and lifted the brush. "Any tips? I've never done this before."
    "First you wipe the excess off the brush inside the bottle. Why are you doing this?"
    He painted her big toenail. "I told you. You," he said, dipping the brush again, "expressed unhappiness over not being able to paint your toenails."
    "Why didn't you just pay for a pedicure?"
    He glanced up at her and smiled. "That wouldn't be nearly as much fun. I bet a man has never done your toenails."
    "Yes, a man has."
    Noah paused, feeling a surprising slice of jealousy. He glanced up at her. "Who was that?"
    " Tyler ," she said, and smiled. "He always had a steady surgeon's hand."
    A surge of relief trickled through Noah when he heard her brother's name. He wasn't at all comfortable with the range of emotions Martina generated inside him. As much as she should be his, she wasn't. He continued to paint her toenails in silence.
    "Nice color," she said after he started on her other foot.
    "I did research," he murmured, thinking that even her feet were sensual – long and delicate.
    She jerked slightly. "Research?"
    "Don't move," he warned. "You don't want azalea pink all the way up your foot. Yes, I did research, but I won't reveal my sources." Martina's sister-in-law Felicity had asked him as many questions as he'd asked her the day they'd shared coffee.
    "But I want to know."
    "Fine," he said, not missing a beat as his gaze met hers. "Let me stay the night."
    She blinked and he watched her swallow. "I can't imagine why you would want to stay the night with a woman who is seven months pregnant."
    "I can think of some reasons," he said, holding her gaze. "Would you like me to tell you them?
    "I'd like to see you naked in the moonlight with your belly swollen with my baby. I'd like to touch you with my hands and mouth. I'd like to—"
    "No!" Martina shook her head and put her hands to her ears. "No. I don't want you to tell me reasons, and you don't need to tell me your source because you're not staying the night."
    "Why not?" he asked, applying a second coat of polish. "Has pregnancy made you chicken?"
    "No," she said. "It's made me more sensible."
    Noah silently pondered her response as he finished the second coat. Then he skimmed his fingers up the sole of her foot and looked up at her. "You have pretty feet."
    Her toes curled and he grinned. "You're welcome."
    She looked at him with flashes of wariness and wonder, sensuality and