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letting the long, red tresses fall down her back. 
     
    Feeling decadent, Emma poured some shampoo into her water, deciding to make it a bubble bath instead of just warm water.  As the tub filled up with water, she was just lowering her robe when a deep voice stopped her.   
     
    “Don’t even try it, Emma,” Jason Montenegro was saying from the bathroom doorway.  “And what the hell was that note supposed to mean?” he demanded. 
     
    Emma watched in horror as the man she’d been thinking about all day strolled into her bathroom as if he owned it.  Which, in fact he did since all of her father’s money was held in trust, controlled by him until their wedding day.  She pulled the robe back onto her shoulders and quickly belted it closed, stepping back, frantically looking for some sort of escape. 
     
    “What are you doing here?” she gasped when he didn’t stop until he was only inches from her.
     
    “I am responding to your note,” he said, his eyes traveling down her terrycloth clad body.  “I was right,” he said out loud.  “You do have an incredible figure.  No more hiding it und er those awful clothes,” he commanded softly .  He wasn’t yelling but his voice was low and sexy.  Dangerous!  So were his eyes as they touched on her features, then traveled lower, looking at her breasts, her tiny waist and then back up since the folds of her robe covered everything else. 
     
    “The message only said I couldn’t go through with it,” she said, wishing her voice sounded more firm.  “I didn’t think you needed to come all the way over here to accept the change of plans .”
     
    “Ah, but I’m not accepting,” he countered , one finger moving to touch her cheek.  “In fact, I’m here to give you that reply in person and to make sure you understand that you’re not the only person in this situation with something to lose.  And I’m not going to lose, Emma,” he said softly. 
     
    “What do you mean?” she stammered out.  Her eyes were wide and her body was shivering with just his simple touch.  She wished he would leave because her body was acting like it was excited to see him. Which was ridiculous, she told herself.  She hated him.  He was the enemy now, wasn’t he?”
     
    “I mean, we’re getting married tomorrow.  And if you don’t have a dress that is appropriate, and that won’t embarrass me, then you’ll regret it.  I don’t waste time,” he explained. 
     
    Emma shook her head.  “We can’t get married tomorrow!”
     
    “Why not?  Do you have a previous engagement?”
     
    “No, but…”
     
    “Good, then I’ll pick you up at noon .  Don’t make me wait, Emma,” he warned softly.  “And don’t embarrass me by showing up in that ridiculous costume like you wore to my office yesterday.”
     
    “Costume?” she repeated.  “What costume?”
     
    Jason ignored her but his eyes traveled to her lips.  “Perhaps I should sample the goods before purchasing,” he said. 
     
    Emma understood exactly what he was talking about and she backed up.  Thankfully his muscular arm snaked out and pulled her close, just in time to save her from falling into the bathtub.  “Tsk tsk, Emma.  You must learn to be careful if you’re going to become pregnant soon.”
     
    Without another word, he turned on his heel and left, leaving Emma to shiver in his wake.  When she heard the front door close, she sank down onto the toilet seat, her knees giving out on her.  What on earth had he meant by a costume?  She’d been wearing her best outfit yesterda y!
     
    Emptying the tub, Emma slipped out of her bathrobe and pulled on her long, flannel nightgown.  The worn material had definitely seen better days but she didn’t care.  She slipped into her bed and stared up at the ceiling for hours, wondering how she was going to deal with the immediate future.  She didn’t know what Jason would do if she didn’t show up for the wedding tomorrow.  But