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woman, for that and nothing else.
    "So," he said, reentering the kitchen, "what smells so good?"
    But he halted immediately, staring at Nia bent over the oven with her jean-clad ass tilted up toward him. Obviously, she was getting something from deep within the oven; nevertheless, the part of his brain in charge of attraction began to go into overload. He knew that he should look away, but his eyes watched every nuance of her bottom moving.
    This was not a bottom he could have. This was not a bottom he should be interested in. He needed to let go of the sexy bottom.
    She finally pulled a big baking dish out and he watched her straighten, making the cheeks of her behind into a curvy heart.
    "Damn," he muttered under his breath.
    "Don't you like lasagna?" Nia asked, swinging the baking dish over to the counter.
    Jack studied her figure in profile. He was messed up ... totally messed up, but God she was hot. "I ... do," he muttered.
    Her gaze turned to him and he dragged his from looking at her body. "Good. I made a lot. Sit down, Jack. Relax."
    "Thanks. I will." He smiled at her, sitting back in the chair to watch her work in the kitchen.
    He should have asked to help, but he liked watching her more. The sway of her dark hair just touching her shoulders, the angle of her small nose, and the way she scrunched it with concentration. He might be in trouble, because thoughts kept teasing him of her spread out on the counter top of his breakfast bar, while he slowly licked her ...
    "Grr," he rumbled under his breath.
    What the hell was this? Sexual rebound wishes? More like frustrated sexual wishes or blue balls from disused sexual wishes. And he had more control than that ... didn't he? He certainly didn't want to scare Nia away with unwanted advances.
    Nia brought over a large bowl of salad, and when she dipped to set it on the table he got a bountiful view of the slopes of her breasts cupped by lacy white satin. Inwardly he groaned, willing the appreciative evidence in his slacks not to show up.
    "How was your day?" Nia asked, stopping her motions in front of him. She had a small smile on her curvy lips.
    He was hoarse and he had to clear his throat. "Sadie kept calling." Damn it. He'd not meant to mention that.
    Nia reached forward and touched his shoulder while her soft scent circled him. The desire to embrace her and bring her body against his was strong. He looked away, trying to gather his willpower.
    She said, "Oh, how awful for you. Was it bad?"
    "She’s acting as if she doesn't understand I’ve already served her with divorce papers." Why had he said that? Stupid mouth wouldn't stop.
    Nia went to get the lasagna and bring it over to the table, as she said, "It sounds like some kind of game, but I don't know her." He nodded as Nia came and sat across from him. "Dig in," she said.
    "It looks great, Nia." Then he said about her comment, "Sadie will play it for all its worth, though, driving me nuts, until the truth gets blurred." He sighed as Nia passed him a plate of lasagna. "With the divorce papers served, any debt she incurs will be hers now, though."
    "That's good," Nia said with a soothing voice.
    He took a bite. "This is really good."
    "Thanks." She smiled. "It's kind of therapy, cooking, and I wanted to show you how sorry I was about yesterday and getting bitchy with you over my scumbag husband."
    Her hand touched his on top of the table, and that simple touch thrilled him. He was either going to have to ignore his attraction to her or tell her about it.
    He chuckled on her comment about a scumbag husband. “You could never be bitchy, you are too sweet." Hell, he blushed a bit, not certain he should have said it like that.
    She looked a little startled, and then gazed at him intently. "I wasn't very sweet yesterday," she murmured.
    He caught her hand, making their fingers weave into holding hands. "This is a tough time for both of us," he said, extremely glad she didn't pull her hand away, but kept their fingers