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side and tried to get some sleep. Impossible. I knew Jason was just outside my room, in the lounge, lying out on the settee. Or knowing Jason, he'd done a circuit of the property as soon as my door had closed, just to make sure the place was secure. He was a tightly coiled spring, always alert and ready to strike or move to defend. You never knew when the spring would snap. You just knew that he could at any second.
    It was that tight control, I think, that attracted me the most. Everything Jason did was planned, executed in an exacting manner. He didn't do rash, or spontaneous. He taunted me with my need to watch and not get involved in life. But Jason controlled everything. If he'd decided to proposition me, it wouldn't have been an off the cuff remark.
    I sat bolt upright in bed. My heart thundering, my breaths trying to catch up. Jason did come on to me, didn't he? "Yeah. I reckon I could teach you to loosen up." How long had he wanted to do that? "Dirty and sweaty. And most importantly, Kate. I'd want to hear you. No holds barred. Let down that wall."   Yes, that was a come on. Wasn't it?
    I shook my head. This was ridiculous, I was making myself exhausted trying to work Jason out. But, what else could 'dirty and sweaty' mean? If not a come on, then what? Just a tease. A play to get me to react.
    And here I was back at Nick's warning, making my heartbeat settle and my breath leave me in a defeated rush. I flopped back down on my bed and stared blindly at the ceiling. Enough! I needed to sleep, and then tomorrow this would all make some sort of sick sense.
    Several minutes of clearing my mind, slowing my heart rate and relaxing my frame, just like my yoga instructor advised, and I managed to fall asleep. Thankfully it was sound enough that I didn't wake until morning, when reality came crashing back in.
    The smell of bacon frying and coffee percolating permeated the air. My bedroom door was still shut, so the scents had managed to waft beneath the door frame to make it to my bed. It was clearly strong coffee and bacon wasn't a smell I was overly used to at this hour of the day.
    I blinked sleep away, then attempted to push all memories of last night from my head. Going around in circles again this morning would not solve a thing. The only thing I should be concerning myself with right now, was the fact that Jason was in my kitchen cooking breakfast.
    Was he cooking it for me?
    I growled low in the back of my throat and pushed myself out of bed. I was such a lost cause.
    Hurrying through my morning routine, I told myself the pace with which I washed, then brushed my teeth was merely because I wanted to be a good host, not at all because I wanted to see Jason. In my kitchen. Making breakfast like he belonged there.
    Oh damn, I did have it bad.
    And he was a player. Nick had said.
    I sighed, straightened my blouse, checked my skirt and forced myself out of my bedroom and down the hall.
    Jason stood at the stove humming a tune I couldn't quite recognise. I'll repeat that. He was humming a tune. Cheerfully. I couldn't align this softened and carefree image of Jason Cain with the soldier I had come to know. A small part of me wept for joy. Now this Jason, I could really like.
    I hadn't made a sound. I'm sure of that. But somehow he knew I was there.
    "You going to pour the juice, or just watch me cater to your every need?" He didn't even bother to turn around when he said that. Just kept on flipping bacon strips in the frying pan.
    I walked haltingly over to the fridge and pulled out the bottle of OJ.
    "Of course," he continued, still not acknowledging me with the courtesy of a glance, "I offered to see to your needs last night, but you turned me down."
    I snorted at his cheek.
    "Clearly the offer wasn't tempting enough then, was it?" I was rather proud of that comeback.
    "Kate, Kate, Kate," he drawled in that now infuriating, but familiar way of his. "You wouldn't know a good offer if it came up and spanked you on the