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She’d consider your luminous presence at her BDSM party as a gift in itself.”
    “Christ.” Drew buried his face in his hands. “It’s a BDSM party?”
    “You expected Hello Kitty?” Cam chuckled, popping a handful of cashews into his mouth.
    “Only if Hello Kitty was sporting a cat-o-nine.” Sometimes Holt had a dark sense of humor. Or maybe it was usually. He turned to Tara. “Are you going?”
    “I was thinking about it. She was rather…adamant. Insisting we come.”
    “We?” Holt didn’t miss a thing.
    Tara cleared her throat. “I told her you would be there,” she quipped, grabbing her sandwich, scooping up her prized jeans and heading for the stairs. “Don’t be late. There will be forfeits.”
    “Of course. And Tara…” The high, slightly panicked tone of Holt’s voice on her name stopped her in her tracks.
    “Yes?”
    “Bella’s in the green room.” Oh crap. And then, at her horrified expression, “She’s…on timeout.”
    She nodded and blew out a breath, mentally thanking him for the warning.
    The last thing she wanted was to walk in on Bella in a compromising position again.
    Once a weekend was plenty, thank you very much.
     
    Tara didn’t sleep much that night. Her mind kept drifting back to that amazing ride with Devlin and for some reason, her pulse would start to pound and her body got all warm and she had to take care of business.
    Thank God she had her own room. Hopefully she didn’t wake anyone with her moaning.
    The third time she woke up from a scorching dream with a burning hunger, it became a little annoying. Honestly. It was only a tryst. With a guy. She’d had trysts with guys before and walked away with absolutely no residual lust.
    But they weren’t Devlin , a voice whispered in her head.
    She told it to shut up.
    He was just a guy. Like any other guy.
    Okay, he was hotter than any other guy. And he smelled better. And the low thrum of his voice as he whispered in her ear kick-started something deep in her core…but there was no reason to moon . She hated mooning. She never mooned.
    Though, when she thought about it, she had to admit, it had been phenomenal. Phenomenal enough to want more. One more fling.
    Too bad it wasn’t going to happen.
    Fucking him again would only encourage him.
    Best to put him from her mind altogether.
    Yet, for some reason, when she woke up, he was there, lingering in the mists of her mind, teasing her sanity. It put her in a seriously bad mood.
    She yanked on a t-shirt and some jeans and padded downstairs, delighted to see no one else was up yet. She made the coffee and an omelet and then, because she knew it would get eaten, fried up a pan of bacon. Then she took her breakfast out on the deck, sat at the patio table and stared at the sea.
    It was a beautiful morning. The gentle fingers of dawn painted the water in soft orange and yellow. The evergreens on the shore swayed in the gentle breeze. Tiny sandpipers chased the waves, dancing along the surf line. It was peaceful and quiet.
    It was a benefit to being a baker, she supposed, that one could get up early enough to enjoy the sunrise, and still feel as if one had languorously slept in.
    “Morning.” Holt’s voice was gruff with sleep. Or perhaps he’d been growling at Bella all night. Tough to tell.
    “Morning.”
    He pulled out a chair and plopped down beside her and cradled his coffee mug in his hands. “What a view.”
    “It is beautiful, isn’t it?”
    He grunted and took a sip. She glanced at him. He had sleepy face , which she found adorable on a man, especially a man as handsome as Holt. His eyes were half-open and a little blurred, there was a pillow crease on his beard-speckled cheek and his muscles had a softness that was not present in his usual demeanor. She wondered what Devlin’s sleepy face looked like, then caught herself and forcibly thrust the thought away.
    “It’s always a thrill, coming here,” she said, just to have something to say. Something to