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late-night driving I have ahead of me. Maybe I will try that hotel out on the highway.”
    Before she’d finished the word “highway,” she felt heat at her side. “Stay here, Tess.”
    She was startled, and she tried to back up, but hit the granite edge, looking up at Vincent’s rugged and intense features. “I couldn’t.” Her voice sounded breathless. “Remember our violence-prone soon-to-be ex’s?”
    That was the reason she decided to use? Not that it was the craziest thing she’d heard of ... two cheated-on spouses living together. Of course it wouldn’t be living, just offering a room for a while, but no ... no . If Steven found out. She couldn’t. She also couldn’t get her mind off living with Vincent, and maybe seeing him in the morning after just waking, seeing him sitting in front of the TV, on the couch. Vincent maybe with his shirt off.
    She jerked her head to the side, away from Vincent, afraid he could read her mind. Was she that starved for affection that she’d ...?
    “I can’t let you leave,” Vincent stated. She stilled, completely caught on the possibilities of what he meant. His hand lifted and grasped her chin, turning her gaze back to his. That close in the light she saw nothing but endless black in his eyes. “It’s not safe,” he muttered, looking at her mouth.
    “If Steven found out,” she whispered.
    “He won’t,” Vincent answered with finality.
    “I can’t, Vincent,” she kept whispering. “I don’t know you.”
    His gaze drilled into hers and it felt as if he’d just licked her slowly, right between her legs. “You know me,” his voice rumbled. “I know you.”
    He meant as intimately as a man and woman could get through sex. He rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip, and a slow grinding ache sparked, low ... low on her body. “Can’t let you stay at a hotel. Not safe. Can’t let you stay where Luna could find you. Not safe. Can’t let you stay where Navarro can find you.”
    She started to say, “But—”
    He kept talking. “You go to that hotel you're not letting your husband know where you are ... right?”
    “Right,” she agreed, and he dropped his hand, stepping back and taking a step back of his intensity with him.
    “Same thing as staying here.” He shrugged, then he turned and went around the island back into the kitchen, while she followed long enough to watch his ass in jeans. Yum.
    He seemed to think it was all settled, and she realized the last thing she really wanted to do with Vincent was argue. She’d leave it until later, right before she left. But, ohmygod, him saying, “I know you” was melt-worthy.
    “First coffee, then eggs,” Vincent said, setting a mug of coffee on his side of the island and then bringing her around to him. She set her cleaned leather jacket over the back of the curved wrought-iron stool with embroidered material stretched across its cushion. The picture woven into the material was of a hawk flying over mountain trees. It went along with most of the southwestern theme throughout Vincent’s home, or hideaway as he called it.
    Vincent was whipping eggs in a blue glass bowl by the stove when she grabbed the mug of coffee he’d set out for her. She saw immediately the stainless steel gas stove, built in, wider than a normal stove. It was beautiful and she really wanted to go over and pet it. To keep herself from doing something so silly, she looked around the rest of Vincent’s amazing kitchen.
    Her gaze landed on the stainless steel apron sink, then lifted and drifted across the cherry wood cabinets. It was a beautiful space and she was certain he must love to cook.
    Her mouth said it. “You must love to cook.”
    She’d spoken very softly but he caught it. Of course. The more she knew him, the more she was becoming amazed at Vincent’s skills.
    “I only do eggs.”
    Her gaze returned to his back as he was pouring whipped eggs into a pan on the stove. She watched the play of his muscular back as he moved.