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that made no sense.
    I didn’t kiss Harlow though. I refused to even talk to her for nearly a half hour. She was playing with me and I really wanted to play with her. In my heart, I knew she wasn’t ready to do more than play and I wasn’t capable of the kind of control necessary.
    I wasn’t sure how I would get through the night sharing a bed with a woman I was having trouble keeping my hands off.

Chapter Thirteen ~ Harlow
     
    Saint was back on the balcony when I finished getting dressed for bed. He likely heard me emerge because he appeared at the door. His dark gaze looked me up and down then he smiled. I didn’t blame him for finding my getup humorous. I needed to make clear to Saint that I wasn’t a sexy person.
    “Cold?” he asked, walking to the bed and taking the remote.
    I wrapped my plush robe around my flannel pajamas. “No.”
    Saint turned on the TV and found a rerun of Psych. “I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s why you’re afraid.”
    Shaking my head, I backed away from the bed where his powerful body was spread out. He wore only a gray tank and loose shorts. I could barely deal with so much flesh. My body felt both too hot and too cold. Unable to catch my breath, I hid in the bathroom.
    Winnie picked up on the first ring. “What’s wrong?”
    “I’m freaking out.”
    “Did he do something?” Winnie asked and I heard Dylan sounding concerned in the background.
    “No,” I whispered. “He’s being normal. I’m the one freaking out.”
    Winnie’s tone changed. “He’s handsome, right?”
    “Yes.”
    “You like him.”
    “Duh.”
    “You want to jump his bones.”
    I frowned. “You’re spending way too much time with Bailey and Raven.”
    “Oh, stop. I was always a closeted perv. Besides, you really shouldn’t be judgmental when I’m trying to help.”
    Dylan was now laughing in the background, likely enjoying the perv comment.
    “You know I never ever want to have sex,” I whispered. “Even years ago when I was nursing a crush on Vaughn, I never thought of him in a sexual way. It was like, ‘He’s so strong and brave.’ I never thought, ‘I want to see him with his shirt off and I hope he bends over and shows off his butt.’ These feelings for Saint are grossing me out.”
    “He has a nice butt, huh?” Winnie said, giggling to Dylan. “Good to know.”
    “Will you be serious? How did you deal with spending the night with Dylan?”
    “Well our first time was magical. I took a sedative and he did all the work.”
    Dylan laughed in the background while I rolled my eyes. “Your cutesy shit isn’t working for me.”
    “What are you afraid of?”
    “Feeling like I did in Phoenix.”
    Winnie sighed quietly. “You’re not in Phoenix. Saint isn’t Playboy. He killed the Devils back there. I want to say Saint is a good man, but I don’t know him. I just know if he wanted to hurt you, I don’t think he’d do it this way.”
    “It’s not him. He’s very patient. Well he teases me, but not in a mean way.”
    “Just be honest. You said you could be honest with him, so just tell him you’re feeling weird and might not be able to sleep in the bed tonight.”
    “Why is she sleeping in the same bed?” Dylan asked.
    “Tell your husband to shut up.”
    “Yeah, I’m not doing that,” Winnie said. “Go deal with your fears. You need rest and I need you to go to sleep, so you can wake up and call me to say what happened.”
    “Love you.” I whispered.
    “Love you too. You’re so strong, Harlow. You can do this.”
    Hanging up, I checked my appearance and found a freaked out little girl looking back at me. Unimpressed, I left the bathroom and found the bed empty, yet the TV still on.
    The TV was also playing in the living room where I found Saint sitting. He glanced back at me.
    “I don’t believe in following flawed plans,” he said, stretching his arms out along the back of the couch.
    “Do you want me to leave?”
    Saint’s hypnotic expression answered