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in spite of
his flaws. Maybe even because of them. Jason pretended to be so perfect, but
with Rabb what you saw was what you got. He was opinionated but fair, mostly
serious but had a fun side, so strong, yet so tender. Rabb was a study in
contrasts.
    “Stop thinking,” he muttered as he kissed the line of her
jaw from her chin up to her ear.
    She clutched at his shoulders, loving the play of thick
muscles beneath her palms when he shifted position, stepping closer. He smelled
so good. She pressed her face against his chest and nuzzled just above the open
buttons. Crisp chest hair tickled her nose.
    Rabb groaned, tilted her head back and kissed her again. His
tongue dominated hers, demanding she touch him back. She made a small sound of
pleasure in the back of her throat and leaned into him, wanting to get closer,
needing his heat.
    She let her hands roam over his shoulders, down his arms and
finally over his chest. There wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body.
She’d seen him with his shirt off once when they were working at Bruno’s. It
had been a hot summer afternoon and he was carrying boxes of liquor from the
delivery truck to the storage room. His skin was darker than hers, tanned.
    She wanted to see it again. Now.
    Eliza tugged at the buttons of his shirt, managing to get
them open. She shoved her hands inside and found hard, warm flesh.
    Rabb pulled away and she protested until she realized he was
yanking his shirt off. Oh yes, this was what she wanted. His biceps bulged and
rippled as he tossed his shirt aside. She pressed her hands against his chest
again and ran them over his taut abs, testing each band of thick muscle.
    She’d never seen anything like him outside of a magazine. If
Rabb wanted to, he could make a fortune with that body. Surely photographers
would be lining up for miles to capture such perfection. Women would buy
whatever he was selling.
    Eliza faltered at that thought. “You don’t have a
girlfriend, do you?”
    Rabb jerked as though she’d slapped him. “No,” he
practically growled. “I wouldn’t be here if I did.”
    Great, now he was angry with her. She gathered the neck of
the robe she wore and sighed. It was probably for the best anyway. Making love
with Rabb was a stupid idea that couldn’t lead anywhere but to heartache.
    He caught her hands and eased them away from the fabric.
“You’re wearing way too many clothes.” He traced up and down the neckline with
his finger, leaving a trail of goose bumps running over her exposed flesh.
    Like a deer caught in the headlights, she couldn’t move,
could barely breathe.
    Rabb eased the fabric farther apart until the swell of her
breasts were exposed. “So pretty. So soft.” He ran his knuckles over her skin
and his finger slipped below the fabric and found her nipple.
    Eliza gasped and then moaned.
    “Let me see you.” Rabb didn’t wait for permission but untied
the robe and shoved it open, exposing her totally.
    She was sitting on a stool in his kitchen almost totally
naked. Sure she was still wearing the robe, but it wasn’t covering anything.
    Rabb groaned and cupped her breasts in his hands. They were
big hands, capable ones. And he covered the mounds completely. “So perfect,” he
muttered.
    He bent down and she sucked in a breath. His breath brushed
across her skin as his lips drew closer.
    Then he stopped and blinked.
    Eliza wanted to yank the robe back around her and hide
beneath its thick folds, but it was too late. He traced his finger over a
particularly nasty scar. This one was five inches long and was the worst of
them.
    “When were you going to tell me about these?”

Chapter Four
     
    Rabb’s heart skipped a beat as he studied the three scars on
Eliza’s stomach. He ran his finger along one that was pale red and puckered.
That had to have hit something vital. The other two were shorter, but stood out
just as harshly against her pale white skin.
    He swallowed hard. His gut churned as though he’d