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admitted warily. She was reluctant to cede any more to him than she had already relinquished, but things were moving so quickly that it was difficult to process what she should say.
    “Good. Most of our time together will be in the evenings, but on occasion when my schedule allows I might want to meet during the work day. Communicating through e-mail alone is inherently cumbersome. Do you have a cell number?”
    “I do.” Cathy thought about the kind of calls that she routinely received from the hospital and from work. “I’d rather not use my cell for this.”
    He nodded again. “I understand. I’ll get you another phone. It will be more discreet that way.”
    Cathy was floored by his astounding nonchalance. His decision to provide her with a cell phone had been instant. There had been no hesitation at all, no mention of cost or inconvenience. He simply waved aside the complication. Just who is this man?
    In the distance she heard the chime of a bell. Michael pushed back his chair and rose from the table, throwing down his napkin. “That will be the taxi. No, stay, finish what you have there. I’ll be back in a moment.” He strode away and disappeared toward the front of the house.
    Cathy swiftly finished eating a kolache and swiped her mouth and hands with her napkin. Hesitant, she barely touched her fingertips to the hundred dollar bill. With a shake of her head, she picked it up and put it into her purse. She had said everything except the actual words to Michael. But it was obvious, both to her and to him, that she had agreed to enter into the arrangement that he had offered her.
    Michael returned. His pale gaze skimmed over her. “You’re ready? Good. I’ve told the driver to take you wherever you want to go. I’ve already paid him so you won’t be put to any expense.”
    Coolly, as though he had every right to do so, he pulled her to her feet and gathered her into his arms. Disregarding her stiffness, he tilted up her chin and kissed her very thoroughly.
    Cathy felt one of his large hands glide over her hip, pulling her body into close proximity to him. She felt the unmistakable bulge pressing into her belly. Her heart, already beating hard, speeded up. But he did nothing else except to kiss her deeply, openmouthed. Her senses began to reel at the heat of his mouth, the intimate stroke of his tongue.
    When Michael was done branding her with his taste and the feel of him, he walked her to the door and then outside to see her into the cab. He did not close the cab door immediately. She looked up at him in question. He held her eyes, saying very softly, “I’ll be in touch.” He deliberately slid his gaze to the fullness of her bosom. Cathy could not stop the blush that climbed into her cheeks, and he gave a satisfied smile. He straightened and shut the door. He stepped back on the curb.
    “Miss, where to?” At the cab driver’s query, Cathy gave him the name of the restaurant where she had met Michael for dinner. It was where she had left her car the night before. As the cab pulled away, Cathy looked over her shoulder through the back window. Michael had not remained at the curb to watch her drive off. She resolutely turned back around. She had not really expected him to do so, had she?

Chapter Four

    After retrieving her car and returning to her apartment, Cathy went into her bedroom intending only a quick change of clothing before she left to visit her daughter at the hospital. When she had been preoccupied with her post-coital conversation with Michael, she had been only marginally aware of how she felt physically. Now, as she pulled off her rumpled clothes, she was aware of every twinge and ache.
    Her body was unusually stiff, especially the muscles of her inner thighs and elsewhere that had not been used or stretched in a long time. Her bra rubbed uncomfortably against the peaks of her sensitive breasts, and it was a relief to rid herself of the lacy garment. She glanced down at herself. Her