Suddenly Sexy

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To: Katherine Bloom
      Chloe Sinclair
From: Julia Boudreaux
Subject: Sex 101
    Clearly you
haven't a clue how to
seduce a man. Though if you are going to learn, promise me
that you will not practice on Jesse.
xo, j
    p.s. Love
you anyway, sweetie.
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    Three
Jesse woke up on Sunday morning, and it took him a second to remember
where he was. At Katie's.
In El Paso.

It felt good to be home.

Gwen was gone, sent back to Florida on the first plane out yesterday
morning. After Katie left the cottage, Gwen had seemed determined to
make him forget everyone but her. Though each time she
had kissed him, he had thought of Katie with her tea and photos, and
Katie sitting in Bobby's Place looking sexy as hell. Both images
unsettled him.

No question that Katie and sexy as hell didn't belong
together—at least they didn't belong together in
his mind.

When he had walked into Bobby's, he had seen her instantly. He still
couldn't believe his reaction, hot
and intense. He had wanted to get closer. Wanted to inhale her
fragrance, run his fingers over the curve of her breast.

It had been the same during the television segment.

She had been such a surprise, a mix of sultry and innocent, those sexy
lips of hers parting on an exhaled breath when he had brushed his
ringer over the tomato. It had taken a second for him to regain his
control. He had been glad as hell when the producer had screamed loud
enough in her earpiece that he heard.

From his first memory of Katie, it was as if they were bound together.
When they were young, Katie would sneak into his bed when she was
afraid or when her mother was in a particularly bad spot—any
of those times she felt her world would crumble.

" You're my hero ," she always
whispered as she fell asleep at his side.

He had grown up feeling the need to protect her, to keep her safe from
people who might hurt her. But when he was eighteen, the year she
turned fourteen, all of that had changed— she had changed, leaving her pudgy
little girl's body behind.

By then he already knew more about sex than he should have—a line of
older women had been eager
to teach him all they thought he should know. And when suddenly he saw
little Katie as sexy, he had wanted to touch her as those women had
touched him.

But old habits of needing to
protect Katie had deep roots. Staying away from her had truly been the
only heroic thing he had done in his life, because he knew, as well as
he knew his own name, that ultimately, eventually, if he gave in and
touched her, he would hurt her. He wasn't the sort of man to settle
down with a single woman. He lived on the edge, and he liked it that
way. But Katie deserved more than a casual affair.

Since then, he had made a point of keeping her at arm's length. He
stayed away, had stayed away for years, only coming back now because he
needed distance from the press.

As much as he didn't want to be around Katie, who was playing havoc
with his mind, he also didn't
want to stay in a hotel where people stared and wanted autographs.
Coming to his childhood home had seemed like a good idea. But he had
forgotten that home wasn't
his anymore now that Derek had married Suzanne. When Julia had
suggested the guest cottage, it had seemed the best solution. Besides,
he didn't intend to stay that long. A few more days, maybe a week, then
he was out of here—his head cleared
and ready to play.

Rolling out from underneath the flowery guesthouse comforter, so
different from the king-sized bed and tailored bedcoverings he had in
his Florida condo, he walked naked across the room. He pulled on a pair
of shorts, then went to the tiny

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