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again when he came, gritting his teeth on a shout.
    Her lips were on his jaw, her breath soft and warm. Bodie turned his head, catching her mouth in a kiss, wanting her to know he was damned happy.
    “Mmm. That was one hell of an appetizer.”
    He patted her butt, just feeling good in his bones. “Hell, yeah. Dinner ought to be amazing.”
    “And there’s always dessert.”
    He grinned at her, stroking a curl of hair off his face. “I can’t wait.”

Chapter Four
     
    “So, rumor is you’re seeing Bodie Reaver.” Terrie, the pretty girl doing her pedicure looked up from the little stool. “You know he’s bad luck, right?”
    Addie rolled her eyes, then looked at Maddie. “You aren’t serious. The man is a stud.”
    And he went down on her.
    Shit, he played fucking Scrabble, could cook a medium steak, and two-stepped. Not only that, but he let her take pictures of him—riding, working, showering. Addie was in love.
    “Oh, he is. For sure. I mean, I get an eyeful every time he comes to town.” Terrie giggled a little, then sobered. “Still, he’s killed two fiancées.”
    “Right. If the rumors are true, one had cancer and the other died in an accident.” Addie rolled her eyes. “What? He didn’t feed her enough antioxidants? Cut the other’s brake lines?”
    “Well, maybe he didn’t do them in by hand, but he’s just a black widower.”
    Oh, she’d explored almost every single inch of that fine, fine body. There wasn’t a bit of spider in his amazing form. Bodie did have black hair. And he was a little fuzzy in some places, sure, but he was all man. Hot, funny, hard-working man.
    “Terrie, stop gossiping.” The shop owner, Nina, came by. “You need a water, honey?”
    “That would be great, thanks.” It felt mean, but good, having Terrie get bitched at. Nobody said nasty things about her man, after all.
    Her man. Huh.
    Maddie looked over at her, eyebrow arched, and Addie felt her cheeks heating. “What?”
    “You’re thinking loud, is all.”
    “Yeah.” Bodie made her stupid. “What color are you getting again?”
    “Purple. I think, Maybe turquoise.” Maddie always changed her mind a bazillion times.
    “I’m going hot pink.” It would look amazing with her new black bikini.
    “Goes with your thong.”
    Maddie would mention that.
    She flipped Maddie off. “Classless whore.”
    Maddie’s eyes—which looked just like Dad Brandt’s and always made Addie smile—just twinkled. “Pot.”
    Addie stuck her tongue out. “Kettle.”
    “You sure can tell y’all are sisters when you talk,” Terrie said, giggling again. “It don’t show in looks at all.”
    “You don’t think?” Addie teased. She was only nine inches shorter, sixty pounds lighter, snow white where Maddie was tanned, red-headed where Maddie was blonde. Hell, her eyes were bright blue—which apparently she got from their surrogate, because Daddy Chris’ were green and Maddie’s were Dad Brandt’s chocolate brown.
    “No, ma’am. I mean, it would be weird enough if you weren’t twins, but—”
    Maddie snorted. “So now she’s a freak of nature as well as dating the local lady killer? Terrie, your tip is going farther to hell every second. Quit being a fucking bitch and just do your goddamn job. Christ.”
    “Well, I never!” Terrie gasped and stood, going to the sink to wash her tools.
    “Delicate flower of womanhood.”
    “Fuck off, bitch.” Maddie winked at her, grinning like a monkey. Addie grabbed her phone, shot a picture of it.
    “Love you, too.”
    Maddie’s nail tech, Kyla, who had known them forever, at least since middle school, snorted. “You have five minutes to pick your color, Mad.”
    “She wants purple. Bright purple.”
    “Oh, I like it.” Maddie nodded, looking happy as a pig in shit.
    “Dork. You want to go get pizza after this?”
    Maddie shrugged. “If we can get back in time for feeding, sure.”
    Such a Daddy’s girl. “Suck up.” She winked. Hay was