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    But she needed to stand on her own feet. To move on with life. She’d gone from her parents to Zack, and while she didn’t feel familial about Zack in any way, he represented comfort and safety. And other stuff that wasn’t comforting or safe. But being with him, like she was, wasn’t pushing her to move forward.
    So she was pushing herself. It was uncomfortable, but that was the way it worked. She hoped it would work.
    He opened the door to the town car for her and she slid inside, and he came in just behind her. “So, do you and your boyfriends have fights?”
    He must know she never had boyfriends. The odd disastrous date that never went past the front door. Emphasis on the odd, since half the men picked her up while she happened to be in the flagship store. And, in her experience, men who picked you up at ten in the morning in coffeehouses were a bit strange.
    “How many long-term relationships have I had, Zack?”
    “Well, Pete was around a lot until he moved for work.”
    “Pete? He was a friend from high school. And I was not his type, if you catch my drift.”
    “You weren’t blonde?”
    “Or male.”
    “Oh.”
    “Point being, I haven’t done a lot of long-term.” Any, but whatever. “And if I’m ever going to … move on, go into that phase of life then I need to be less consumed with work.”
    A muscled in his jaw ticked. “But you won’t make this kind of money running your own bakery.”
    “I know. But I have a decent amount of money. How much do I need? How much do you need?”
    There was a pause. Zack’s hand curled into a fist on the leather seat, then relaxed. “More. Just … a bit more.”
    “And then you’re never done.”
    “But if not for that then what am I working for?”
    She swallowed. “A good question. Good and scary. Though I suppose adding a wife will add … something. When you find a new prospect, that is. Did Hannah have an equally efficient and driven sister, by chance?”
    “Not that I’m aware of.”
    She snapped her fingers. “Darn.”
    “Don’t lose sleep over it.”
    “I won’t be sleeping tonight, anyway. Because you didn’t wake me up on the plane.” She couldn’t resist the jab.
    “Because you sleep like a rock and snore like a walrus.”
    “Might be why my relationships aren’t long-term,” she said drily. Not that any man had ever heard her snore but she was so not admitting to that.
    “I doubt that.”
    “Do you?”
    His eyes locked with hers and something changed in the air. It seemed to crackle. Like a spark on dry leaves. It was strange. It was breathtaking, and electrifying, and she never wanted it to end.
    “Why?” she asked, pressing. Desperate to hear more. A little bit afraid of hearing more, too.
    “Because a little bit of snoring wouldn’t deter a man who’d had the pleasure of sharing your bed.”
    She sucked in a sharp breath and looked out the window, and into the inky-black jungle. She felt dizzy. She felt … hot.
    “Well, thanks,” she said.
    He chuckled, low and rich like the best chocolate ganache. Just as bad for her to indulge in as the naughty treat, too. “You seem uncomfortable with the compliment.”
    “You and I don’t talk about things like that.”
    “Only because it hadn’t come up.”
    “Do you snore?” she asked.
    “Not that I’m aware of.”
    “Then your lack of long-term relationships doesn’t really make sense at all.”
    He arched one dark brow. “Was that a compliment?”
    “More a commentary on the transient nature of your love life.”
    “I’m wounded.”
    She winced. “Well, maybe in light of all that happened today it wasn’t the best thing to say.”
    “You’ve never pulled punches before, don’t start now.”
    “I don’t know any other way to be.”
    “Now that may account for your own short-term relationships.”
    She whipped around to face him and her heart stalled. He was looking at her like she was a particularly interesting treat. One he might like to taste.
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