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difference.”
    “Good point.” He pulled her hand out from under her butt. Gabe twined his fingers through hers and rubbed her knuckles across his stubbled chin. “These fingers are magic. They have powers I’ll be dreaming about for nights to come.”
    Her head throbbed, probably from the speed drinking she’d done. She pulled her hand away and massaged her temples. “I’m serious. It was inappropriate.”
    “And hot.” Gabe stretched his arm across the back of the sofa, around her shoulder, and tugged her close. “Here, let me help.”
    Before she could protest, his fingers replaced hers. They pressed below her eyebrows and felt heavenly. She leaned farther into him and sighed. Any capability for coherent speech was caressed away.
    “For the record—” he pressed his lips against her ear, “—the only part I regret is not finding out what’s under your zipper. And I’ve never had a woman proposition me in my own backyard before. I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned for the grocery store.”
    She giggled and elbowed him.
    Maybe it was the two, okay, three glasses of wine, or the way he touched her skin, or the overwhelming sensation of warmth and safety she was currently experiencing, probably a mix of all three, but she seemed to melt into him.
    When he pressed against the tight muscles in the back of her neck, her mind turned to mush.
    “Why does your friend call you Cat? It’s cute.”
    Lauren tried to stay focused and ignore the way her body heated another degree each time he touched her skin. “It’s a nickname Ben gave me when we were in high school. My eyes are green and after I lost my vision, my other senses got stronger. He said I was like a cat. That I could detect people before they were in front of me.”
    She lowered her head, allowing him better access as he kneaded the back of her neck.
    “So Ben gets credit for the nickname.”
    Her ex-husband was not a topic she wanted to discuss at the moment. But apparently her mouth was not listening to her brain. When Lauren tried to pull away, he tugged her back and worked on her forehead. “We were friends before we ever dated,” she said, praying he wouldn’t stop.
    “How long has it been since you’ve seen him?”
    She rested the back of her head against his chin. “Not since the day of our divorce. After signing the papers, I left. Never answered his calls or talked to him again. I made it my mission to prove to myself I didn’t need him. So I finished my Ph.D. and here I am, five years later. Which was why today was so hard.”
    “You sure you’ve moved on?”
    “I have. When your past is standing in front of you reminding you of your failures, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve achieved, it still hurts.”
    “Well, you handled it beautifully.”
    She smiled at his compliment. “Really? When? Before or after I tried to get you to have sex with me?”
    “Hey, I propositioned you first, remember?” Her head bobbed up and down while his fingers rubbed the aches away. “So, he’s trying to get you back?”
    “I doubt it. He obviously wasn’t happy with me the first time around. It’s hard to believe he’s coming back for a second chance.”
    “People make mistakes, you know.” The way he said it, she wondered for a second if he was talking about himself or Ben.
    As she thought about her marriage, her insecurities started to resurface. Lauren grabbed her wine and took another sip. “Sometimes people make mistakes on purpose.”
    “Meaning, he cheated on you because he wanted you to divorce him?”
    “Something like that.” She played with the rim of the glass.
    “Doesn’t make sense.”
    How could she explain something she still didn’t completely understand? “I don’t think my failed marriage is what we should be talking about.”
    “Why not?”
    “Because I don’t know you.”
    “After the backyard massage you gave me, I’m pretty sure you have a better understanding of me than most of the