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mystery. When he should be recovering, his focus was on the quality of the piano. Men, she’d never figure them out. She guessed he was unfamiliar with his own vulnerability, and didn’t like her babying him.
    The real source of his discomfort was swept aside the instant Tanner closed his eyes, lost in the melody of the song. Chopin’s “Nocturne” rang out from the Grand piano, surrounding them with the classical music. As he played, he moved with the tune, the notes vibrating through his body, his fingers doing his biding. He played one exquisite song after another, and Natalie loved listening.
    The last song ended, and Tanner opened his eyes, all signs of infirmity gone. For a moment, he sat unmoving as if in respect for the beauty of the music. Natalie watched, not moving a muscle, looking at his chiseled form, his deep blue eyes, and his incredibly kissable mouth. He had to be the sexiest man alive.
    Tanner stood and took her into his arms, kissing her sweetly over and over, like she might disappear if he let her go. He lost his hands in her thick hair, and ran his hot tongue down her neck. He nibbled her earlobe and tugged at it. His love for her had never been more evident than in this quiet moment, alone in their new home.
    Natalie kissed back with equal fervor, and the felt rock hard muscles defining his masculine body. She squeezed and stroked over his handsome physique, unable to get enough of him, ever. Male pheromones, like a sensual cloud, pervaded her senses and heated her body, his scent more precious than the air itself.
    S omething in the mood was different. No words needed to define it. Their kissing and touching was loving and sweet. Tender actions spoke what words could not. Natalie only hoped she was getting the right message.
     

9 – Boldly Sexy
    Once again, Tanner was annoyed. Dressed for the theater, Natalie looked daring. Oh, she was gorgeous, no question. That was precisely the issue. The last thing he wanted was for every man in sight to be drooling over her. He’d asked Leona to take her shopping, but her headstrong personality was a challenge. Her wardrobe hadn’t changed significantly, if at all.
    “That neckline is too low,” he admon ished.
    Natalie looked at him de fiantly. “I like it,” she said.
    Tanner frowned. The deep v-neck in the front showed, not only the tops of her firm breasts, but the sides, as well. Such was the deep cut of the front of the dress. And the back wasn’t much better, cut down past her waist to expose her low back, very low.
    “It exposes too much. And it’s tight,” he said, eyeing the stretchy black fabric that left nothing to the imagination.
    Natalie let out a sigh, exasperated. She had risen to a level of confidence in her sexuality that allowed her to be proud of her body. She thought that was a good thing. And too often designs were inhibiting or dowdy. Just not fun.
    “Well, I don’t think so,” Natalie argued. “We are going out and I want to look my best.”
    Tanner grabbed her arm, and pulled her close. “You go too far,” he stated in a deep, threatening voice, making Natalie wonder if she’d pushed too hard. “Go change.”
    “No,” she said, a nd looked into his harsh stare.
    “Yes.”
    Natalie shook her head, still holding her ground. She was a woman and had a right to look sexy if she wanted to. Tanner was just going to have to learn to deal with it.
    The silence was heavy. Natalie didn’t move a muscle, even though butterflies raced in her belly. Tanner’s jaw clenched and he ground his teeth.
    He stormed out of the room.
    Radio City Music Hall in Rockefeller Center did not disappoint. It wasn’t called the Showplace of the Nation for nothing. Tanner had gotten tickets to Rodriquez, a singer-songwriter whose bootleg albums pushed him into notoriety in South Africa, although he disappeared after that. His resurgence made quite a story, and Natalie looked forward to hearing his inspirational music.
    Their seats were in