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the reason they were here together now as man and wife.
    He was shocked a moment later when Sawyer returned and took his hand. He glanced up, meeting her eyes.
    “The beds are made. Sheets are fresh. The rooms are really beautiful. I picked one out.”
    She was beautiful. Why was she holding his hand? “Guess we got lucky.”
    Sawyer’s gaze didn’t leave his. She pulled on his hand, and he hesitated—then suddenly got smacked in the face with what was happening.
    Maybe.
    He didn’t dare hope.
    Sawyer pulled him down the hall, drawing him into a room that had a large bed with an attractive gold-and-brown comforter on it. A rocking chair and lamp and gold-painted dresser finished the decor.
    But he didn’t have long to assess the surroundings. Sawyer looked at him, her eyes big with what seemed like hope and invitation, and he dragged her toward the bed.
    It was just like old times, with the heat and the passion and the hot desire running through him.
    Yet this time would be different. There was a bed, they were married and he was going to be a father.
    It was very different. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.
    “I don’t do things I’m not sure about.”
    Jace drew a deep breath. “I’m going to enjoy the hell out of every moment of this.”
    Sawyer smiled and he took her in his arms.
    “Seems odd,” she said. “There’s a ceiling overhead.”
    “I know. But you’ll still see stars. I promise you that.”
    Those seemed to be the words needed to trigger the sexy tigress he’d always known Sawyer to be. They pulled each other’s clothes off, tossing them to the floor in abandoned piles, and only once did they stop their fevered kissing.
    Suddenly, she jerked upright in the bed. “Did you hear something? It sounded like a door swinging shut.”
    “It was a just a shutter blowing in the wind. It’s kicking up out there.” Jace was half-naked and his wife’s hands had been busily undoing his jeans. He didn’t care if Santa was about to scoot down the chimney for a February surprise. Sawyer wanted him, and nothing else mattered.
    “I’ll go check it out,” she said.
    “Damn it.” Jace got up, zipping his jeans. “You’re not the bodyguard in this relationship anymore. You’re a mother. You have enough to do. You get naked and be in those sheets when I return. Hell, I don’t even care if you’re in the sheets. Just be naked when I get back.”
    The sound had been nothing more than the creak and pop of an unfamiliar house, but his wife’s hearing and caution were admirable. Personally, he had so much blood and desire screaming through his head that he’d probably kill any unfortunate intruder that may have crept inside the cabin.
    Ash sat in front of the fireplace, warming her hands.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” Jace demanded, lust fleeing like a ghost.
    His sister shook her head. “I’ve been assigned to be your lookout. And I’m not happy about it.”
    “That makes two of us.” He sat across from her, and she picked up the plate of food that he’d barely touched.
    “Do you mind?” she asked. “I’m starved.”
    “Have at it.” He looked at her. “How’d you get here?”
    “I rode a broom,” she said, put out with the whole situation. “How do you think? I drove. Grandfather gave me the meet point and here I am. I’d have been here sooner but I had a flat tire in Alamosa.” She snacked on the cookies without much enthusiasm. “I always miss Fiona’s cooking when I’m away from home.”
    “You could have gotten here later and that would have been fine,” Jace said.
    She looked at him, then at Sawyer as she walked into the room wearing his T-shirt and a bathrobe she’d grabbed from somewhere. “Oh. Sorry. Did I interrupt the honeymooning?”
    Sawyer smiled. “I don’t know if you can really call this honeymooning.”
    The hell they hadn’t been. He’d been about to send his wife into a serious pleasure overdrive, and if that wasn’t the definition of