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    Lori peeled the paper from the flowers and placed them in the vase.
    "Perfect." Marie’s face glowed.
    Well, why not? She was a brand new bride and she seemed very happy. "Come on. Let me show you around."
    "Where’s… ah… Drake," Lori asked.
    "Oh, he won’t be arriving until late tonight." Marie grinned. "He thought you and I would like some girl time to catch up without the new husband getting in the way." She waved a dismissive hand. "I told him there’d be no problem but… he seemed almost nervous to meet you. Imagine that."
    Nervous? So, did that mean he’d recognized her, too? Did he have feelings of lust in return? The mere possibility sent Lori’s hormones dancing, chased away by guilt… and the realization that if it were true, the weekend would be excruciatingly long and awkward.
    Sunshine danced along the polished, dark hardwood floors as Lori padded into the kitchen, awakened by the smell of coffee. The house was very quiet. Marie and Drake must still be asleep. The coffee maker had probably been set to automatic.
    She slipped into the kitchen, poured herself a cup and carried it to the stools that sat in front of the counter, facing a fabulous view of the lake. As she took a seat, she noticed a note on the black granite counter top.
    ‘Gone to do some grocery shopping. Back about one.’
    Lori glanced at the clock. It was only nine now. That meant she had the house to herself for four hours.
    She ate a quick breakfast then pulled on her bikini and headed for the patio doors to the backyard. She stepped through to a paradise of plants, stone decking, and a gorgeous free form pool with a waterfall-and even a hot tub.
    Wow, her idea of heaven.
    She stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and opened her book. After about a half hour, she dropped her book onto the table beside the chair and rolled onto her stomach. She undid the strap of her top to maximize her tan and tucked her hands under her head. The sun beat down on her, lulling her into a quiet nap.
    "You’re going to burn if you’re not careful."
    A man’s voice-it must be Drake’s-startled her. She flushed as she realized from the back, with her thong bottoms and her top strap undone, she might as well be naked.
    "You need some protection."
    She saw his masculine hands pick up her tube of sun block from the table beside her and felt the warm lotion form a line across her back. His large hand stroked her flesh as he massaged it in: first across her shoulders, then down her back, then the length of each leg. Next, she felt his hand cup one of her ass cheeks as he slowly and thoroughly massaged the lotion into her skin. She longed to flip over and allow him to give the same attention to other parts of her body. Her breasts tingled and her vagina tightened with need.
    But he was just being a good host. He didn’t want her to sunburn. She couldn’t stand the wonderful feel of his hands caressing her a moment longer. It felt too good. She clutched her bathing suit top to her chest and rolled over to a sitting position.
    He smiled that electric smile of his and winked. "Whatever you say."
    He stood up and she nearly gasped. He wore the briefest, sexiest bathing suit she’d ever seen on a man. It left little to the imagination. She could see the length of his cock straining against the thin fabric, the head nearly pushing out the top. Clearly, applying the sun block had affected him just as much as it had affected her.
    If Marie were to step out on the deck right now, it would be very embarrassing.
    "Where… uh… where is Marie?"
    "She went out shopping. Didn’t you see her note?"
    Alone. They were alone? Panic shot through her. He was practically naked in front of her, and obviously turned on. A little voice inside her suggested she drop her hands to her sides and let her top fall to the ground. That would certainly heat things up between them.
    But she couldn’t. This was her best friend’s husband.
    "By the way, I’m not Drake."