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exhale cooled the sweaty skin of his chest.
    “I don’t think I can move yet,” she mumbled.
    “Then don’t,” he answered. “I’m going to need another minute or two myself.” That statement was quickly proved false, though, as he could feel himself stirring again. He remembered his earlier promise to himself, making a plan as he gently stroked a fingertip down the indentation of her spine.
    She shivered at the touch, then gasped as he quickly flipped her to her back. She was gorgeous, and he let his hands roam appreciatively over her ribs and hips.
    “Beau…” There was a question in her voice.
    “That was just an appetizer. I’m looking forward to the main course now. And, of course, dessert.” He caught her eye as he swung himself over her, caging her inside his arms. “Unless you’re not hungry anymore?”
    Grace’s mouth twitched, the corners turning up into a sly smile. “Actually, I’m starved. And you seem to be a mighty good cook.”
    He pressed a kiss to the side of her neck, which now held just a hint of a taste of salt. “That’s exactly what I like to hear.”
    Grace laughed softly, then pulled him down to her for another kiss—a kiss that held all kinds of interesting promises.
    …
    She was boneless, sated, and drifting on the edge of sleep when she felt the bed shift as Beau got up. Grace heard the rustling sounds of him getting dressed, and though she figured she should say something, her eyelids were too heavy and her lips too numb. It didn’t feel worth the fight to open either of them. Honestly, she was glad he was leaving—well, not exactly glad , but at least aware it was a good idea. They both had two very long days ahead of them, and if he stayed here, she couldn’t guarantee either of them would get much sleep. Even in her exhausted state, she could feel the little flame of desire in her stomach just waiting to be fanned back into a fire.
    Gentle fingers moved her hair back, and a featherlight kiss brushed over her forehead. A moment later, he was gone, and she heard the front door close behind him.
    The realization of what she’d just done landed just a split second later, and her sleepy, sated brain suddenly whizzed to life. Her earlier feelings of validation withered under the shameful foolishness of sleeping with Beau simply to try to vindicate her inner adolescent. She was a grown woman who should really be beyond that, but she’d regressed back to her needy, desperate-to-be-accepted younger self…
    It seemed she really hadn’t come that far, after all.

Chapter Four
    Beau was about to have a mutiny on his hands. Grace arrived at Belles Fleurs at exactly four o’clock, and by four thirty, she had his staff running like ants on an anthill. The chairs were wrong and had to be reset. If a table was off a quarter of an inch, she made them move it. She inspected the silverware and sent half of it back to be repolished. All the windows on the second floor had to be opened so the ready rooms for Honey and the bridal party could be aired out. She was demanding and organized, and no detail was too minor or beyond her notice. He debated offering her a job, but when he voiced that thought, three of his most-valued employees threatened to quit on the spot. He was just glad the rehearsal dinner was at the country club and not here, or he might not have a staff tomorrow at all.
    He had a pot of gumbo simmering on the stove and a really nice bottle of wine to pair it with set aside for later. With Honey’s wedding tomorrow, he didn’t really have time to cook something to really impress Grace, but he could certainly do better than the egg and pasta dish of last night. She’d been asleep when he left, and he hadn’t woken her—she’d need all the rest she could get in order to herd that group of cats through the next thirty-something hours—so while they didn’t exactly have dinner plans in place, he was working on the assumption they would .
    But other than a brisk and