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stopping him in any case. Still, she felt incredibly small and incredibly scared as she stood there staring at him, her memories of their night together warring with her worries about the future. She could almost feel the place in her heart where a hole would be left if something happened to him.
    It’d been hard knowing he’d been part of the prison’s search team last time, and that’d been before they’d even gotten together. Now that they had, she could feel a connection between them, one she’d ached for every time she’d laid eyes on him. The thought of someone severing that was unbearable.
    “You must be hungry,” she said, turning on her heel, forcing herself to tear her gaze from his face. “It’s dinnertime – past, almost. Why don’t you have a seat? I was just about to whip up something quick.”
    He didn’t argue. Thankfully. Sasha got the impression that he was eager to resume searching for the prison escapee, and she wasn’t above tying him to a chair at her kitchen table. Actually…
    The barest hint of heat sparked inside her, reminding her what it was like to feel something other than fear. Ever since he’d shown up at her door, she’d felt little else, and no matter how much lust he inspired, she couldn’t shake the dark cloud his news had left her under.
    “I hope you like spaghetti,” she called over her shoulder, “because I—”
    She froze with a box of pasta in her hand, and a few dry noodles fell out, bouncing on the linoleum.
    Henry was right behind her, so close she could easily have reached out and laid hands on that fantastic body. She could even smell him: a heady combination of practical guy soap and a faint spice that might’ve been aftershave. And yes – there was a hint of sweat. Overall, it was a very masculine combination, and inhaling deeply rekindled the desire her anxiety had been repressing.
    “I brought you flowers,” he said, lifting the bouquet he’d laid down on the counter when he’d first entered her apartment.
    The scent of rose blossoms drifted through the air, swirling with his smell, threatening to make her dizzy.
    “Thanks.” She took them, paying close attention to the bright red blossoms for the first time since he’d walked through the door. “They’re beautiful. And very red – very romantic.”
    She didn’t have to force a smile, even if she was still worried about him.
    Maybe it was crazy, given the circumstances and what they’d already done, but the classic gesture of a dozen red roses had butterflies bursting into flight inside her belly. Her panties were also faintly wet – no surprise there, given Henry’s incredible physique.
    Incredible performance.
    Incredible everything.
    “They reminded me of you,” he said. “They’re the exact same color as your bikini.”
    A rush of satisfaction swept through her. She’d been counting on catching Henry’s eye when she’d put on that particular swimsuit. Just the memory of him peeling it off her was enough to have her biting her inner lip, suppressing a moan.
    “They’re gorgeous – let me find a vase.” She turned away, body on fire, and rummaged beneath the sink.
    She made a show of arranging the flowers in a plain glass vase – not that they really needed the extra fussing. She liked feeling the silky-smooth petals against her skin though, was thrilled that Henry had thought to bring her roses. It was a simple gesture, and yet… Everything he did seemed like a big deal to her.
    She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so head-over-heels for anyone. Sure, she had a healthy appreciation for the opposite sex, but she wasn’t usually one to get serious – quickly or at all.
    Getting serious about someone meant anchoring yourself to the devastation that would come someday when you inevitably lost them. Sasha had never met anyone who made her want to risk that. She’d always figured that if there was someone she was really supposed to be with, she wouldn’t have