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a couple of strips of bacon frying, two slices of bread in the toaster and a fruit salad cooling in the fridge. She poached an egg and stacked the contents on a plate. Her stomach growled at the smell of bacon wafting up her nose and she carried the plate and her freshly brewed cup of coffee to the patio.
    The midday sun had her squinting, but she couldn’t return to the bedroom to retrieve her sunglasses so she moved the chair to keep the sun from her eyes. Nature flaunted her winter colors, daring her human inhabitants to compare with her beauty, and Samantha exhaled with pleasure.
    Despite the tranquil setting, her mind remained in turmoil. The way she saw it, she had two options. Either she accepted the pleasure they could bring each other for a couple of days and end their association when she returned home, or, she could insist he take her home right now and minimize the chance of any complications arising from her staying alone at his house.
    If she stayed and they managed to remain undetected, her job and reputation would remain intact and her libido satisfied. It wasn’t as if they were spoiling for a romantic relationship, and the break would be mutually beneficial. Both had busy lives to lead without room for any emotional upheaval.
    To return home immediately would be the most responsible option, but suddenly she was unwilling to give up her newfound sexual freedom so soon. He was much younger than she was, but all man.
    The reminder of just how much male she had encountered renewed the heat in her cheeks. A baby crying to her right had her jumping in her chair. What the hell? Where did the baby come from? She craned her neck, but apart from a large hornbill-like bird jumping in the upper branches of a tree, she couldn’t see anything.
    Maybe she should consider leaving today. If one sexual encounter had her daydreaming about babies crying, she was more desperate than she’d realized. Samantha closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Then the baby cried again and she snapped her eyes open. This was ridiculous.
    The bird watched her from his perch high in the tree. He cocked his head to the side and let loose an ear-piercing wail. Her mouth dropped open. A bird that cries like a baby? Thank heavens. Relief quickly replaced the astonishment and she even managed a giggle as she collected her dishes and carried it inside.
    Once washed, she returned the dishes to the cupboards and searched through a bookcase against the wall. She chose an innocent-looking thriller, due to the lack of any romance novels on the shelves, and returned to the patio. Soon she was engrossed in the medical thriller and the rest of the world faded.
    “I’m glad to see you made yourself at home.”
    The book flew from her lap and landed on the patio. She palmed her chest in an attempt to calm her racing heart.
    “You scared the crap out of me.”
    He laughed. “You should try reading that book at night.”
    She stooped to pick the novel up. “No thank you.” She glanced at him. “You’re looking better. Had a nice nap?”
    He nodded. “But now I’m famished. Have you had anything to eat yet?”
    “I prepared some bacon and eggs earlier. Can I make you something?”
    He took her hand. “No. Just sit with me.”
    Inside, he knew his way around the kitchen and in a flash, he had prepared a sandwich, which he ate at the kitchen table.
    “So tell me about yourself, councilor.”
    “It’s a bit late to want to get to know each other, don’t you think? Besides I have the feeling you know everything there is to know about my life.”
    He nodded. “Your life, yes, but not you. What makes you happy? What makes you cry? Do you like sports or are you a couch potato?”
    “Wow, so many questions.” She held her finger in the air in a mock ‘light bulb’ moment. “Tell you what, why don’t we play tit for tat? I answer one of your questions and you return the favor.”
    “I don’t play games.”
    “No? So what are we doing now?