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more of his forceful passion, but he helped her by cutting it off and she found her strength through him. It wasn’t fair. It was the taste of something more powerful than she’d ever had, but they both had crazy and maybe dangerous soon-to-be ex’s.
    She didn’t want Vincent to get hurt, and she knew if he felt the same way, she knew how much he felt it. So she got dressed, not looking at him. When he came around his truck and opened the door, she got out and followed him in the dark up to the porch of a small two-story house.
    He had the dry cleaning again, and it crinkled between them as she stayed close to his back while he unlocked the door in the dark. She would stay—listen to what Vincent had to say about not telling her husband that she knew about the affair, had seen the bastard cheating—and then she’d go find a place to stay.
    Vincent reached in and flipped on a light, then he stepped behind her, letting her go first. Her heartbeat quickened at the gentlemanly gesture and she shoved her reaction down, hearing him ask, “Have you eaten?”
    “I’m fine,” she replied, stepping inside as her gaze swept the area. It was totally male and it looked totally comfortable, but not in a man-cave way. It was higher-class male comfort.
    “Heard your stomach rumble.”
    Tess wanted to grab her stomach in defense as she stepped aside, letting him walk past her toward the kitchen she could see through the open area.
    She nearly muttered, “Did not.”
    But he muttered, “I’ll make eggs. Sit.”
    Tess clutched her purse with the strap over her shoulder as she watched Vincent toss the dry cleaning over a high-backed stool, then he entered the kitchen, turning on the light as he went. As soon as he turned the light on she saw the island, separating the kitchen and living room, had a spectacular granite top of bronze and gold with black and white flecks. Her mind went “wow,” luckily her mouth stayed shut.
    “I forgot, that’s yours,” Vincent said across the divide, and he nodded toward the dry cleaning.
    She didn’t understand, staying rooted to the spot right inside his front door. “What?”
    “Your leather. I had it cleaned.”
    Her eyes widened and her lips parted. He’d gotten her favorite leather jacket cleaned! She watched him pushing up the sleeves on his long-sleeve brown shirt. His gaze was deep and unreadable. She stepped toward him, where before she’d been uncertain.
    “Thank you,” she offered. “Really.”
    He lifted his chin slightly. A gesture she took to mean “You're welcome” in hardass land, then he went to the big double-door stainless refrigerator. She turned her gaze from mouthwatering over his refrigerator’s beauty. Gorgeous man, gorgeous fridge. Oh boy.
    The crass comments she’d overheard Vincent saying that morning after they tumbled into bed did not seem to align with his recent actions. As in, just nearly just laying her out to fuck her silly in his truck, then having a hard time stopping, and now getting her jacket cleaned. The first could be a horny man looking for an easy lay. His wife was a bitch and they probably didn’t do it much. She knew she and Steven hadn’t had sex for over eighteen months, four days, and about an hour. She counted each long month, day, and hour. It hurt. Maybe bad enough not to feel very guilty about going to bed with Vincent. Who gave her orgasms.
    Tess’ cheeks heated, and she saw Vincent looking at her with that hyper-alert and intense gaze he had. As if he knew she’d been thinking about sex with him.
    “Baby, you want coffee?”
    She loved it when he called her that, with his deeper-than-deep voice that slid through her. It made her hurt inside, in a sweet yet intense way.
    She made certain to make her voice sound level when she answered, “Sure. Thanks, and just black is great.” She walked forward and set her purse on the beautiful granite top and reached for the dry-cleaning bag as she said, “Coffee will help with the