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room,” he said, looking over his shoulder at her. The amusement drained from her face. Spencer smirked and said in a soft voice, “Tsk, tsk. Reggie, do you really think I’m stupid enough to think we can sleep in the same bed? I’m not made of iron. I still want you, and that has never changed.”
    “God…I hate when you use that soft voice on me.” She tapped her foot.
    “Funny. You don’t always say that. I recall you screaming for me to speak to you softly. I guess it’s only according to the context I use it,” he teased. “In this case, you hate it since you can’t have your way. Behave, Reggie.” He waggled his finger at her.
    “Now, now, honey. You should so know better than to challenge me like that.” Regina’s tone was sweet and sounded innocent, but Spencer saw the holy hell in her gaze.
    “Yeah, I’m slipping.” He sighed. “I’m so going to have to learn again.”
    “Yep.” She laughed.
    Spencer joined her then continued on his way, saying, “Whatever you’re cooking sure smells good.”
    “Am I supposed to feed you?”
    He turned fully and walked backwards as he looked at her, giving her his ‘hungry, please feed me look’ while he patted his stomach. “You’re the one who is always trying to put meat on my scrawny ass.”
    “Damn right, that ass.” Regina rushed him and Spencer turned quickly and ran. She cackled as she caught him at the base of the stairs and squeezed his butt.
    Spencer jumped then pushed back into her touch before he caught himself. He removed her hand and held it as he turned into her body. “What am I going to do with you, Reggie?”
    She sobered, cupping his cheek. “Don’t let us go without a true fight.” She bit her lip. “This is going to be hard for me. I’m going to try to be open but…if I slip into the silence, pull me out of it. Please.”
    Spencer mirrored her action, cupping her cheek. “I will.”
    “Good.” She studied him. “So, really, no sex?”
    “No.” Spencer laughed.
    “You think it’s funny now.” Regina wrinkled her nose. “How about kissing and such?”
    “Ummm…”
    “Then I set a rule that kissing is acceptable.”
    “But—”
    “You can’t expect me to not want to kiss, or even touch you.” She ran her hand over his chest.
    Spencer shivered.
    “That is not possible.” She licked her lips.
    “Fine.” Unconsciously, Spencer studied her lips then, realising what he was doing, he cleared his throat and met her gaze instead. “But there is a limit to kissing. Above the chin.”
    Regina pouted. “You’re a tease.”
    “Nope. I know you. And that look in your eyes tells me my definition of kissing and yours are vastly different.” Spencer couldn’t help himself and looked at her lips again. “You can kiss me now if you want.”
    “Humph. Like I need permission.” Regina watched his mouth, then squeezed his ass once more before stepping back. “I’m not ready for that yet.”
    Spencer tried to control his face so his disappointment didn’t show. He nodded then went up the stairs. He paused on the landing and looked towards the end of the hall to his right, to their room that was on one side of the house. They had knocked out some walls and made the room large. It was their oasis. Spencer turned and went down the hall to a guest room.
    “So many guest rooms, and I bet he picks the one farthest away from me. He couldn’t just have taken the guest room next door to our room.” Regina crossed her arms, watching as he disappeared from view in the opposite direction of their room. “It’s not like I was going to go jump him in the middle of the night.” She cocked her head to the side. “Although the idea has merit. God…no sex. He’s trying to kill me,” she muttered as she went back to the kitchen.
    She checked on her sautéing onions, turning down the heat. Then she opened the stove to check the baked potatoes and the apple pie she was baking. All that was left was for the steaks to be