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sappy romance flick. When the credits rolled, he lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing at all. Covering her face with tiny kisses, he carried her into the bedroom. “Sleep, sweetheart.”
    “Where are you going?”
    “I need to finish up the job I was working on this morning. I’ll be back in an hour.”
    “Hottie? Dane?” Phoebe’s voice trembled a bit, so she took a deep breath to collect her thoughts—or rather her courage. “May I ask you something real personal?”
    “Sure,” he replied, walking back to the bed and sitting beside her.
    “Why don’t you have a lady in your life?”
    He dropped his head between his spread fingers and massaged his temples. His eyes shut and his jaw squared.
    “Sorry. I was way off base.” She took back the question filling in the dark space between them. “I mean…I don’t need to know every detail of your life. I don’t even know if you do have a lady, and she’s simply not here. Sorry for overstepping your hospitality. It’s none of my business.”
    “I don’t have a lady in my life,” he said, his eyes still closed. Silence hung in the air, but then a slow smile formed on his handsome face. “Correction. I didn’t have a lady in my life until a very pink Caddy clunked into my shop.” His eyes opened. “And I’d really appreciate my lady getting some rest so I could show her the sights tomorrow.”
    He leaned over her and kissed her forehead. “Sleep, my lady. Please.”
    She closed her eyes and listened to him leave the room. She counted back from one hundred.
    One hundred orgasms from Hottie.
    Ninety-nine orgasms with Hottie.
    Ninety-eight orgasms of Hottie.
    Ninety-seven orgasms for Master Hottie.
    Ninety-six…
    Ninety-five…
    Damn, anything and everything from, with, of, and for Hottie. She hugged a pillow to her chest and let the warm tingles inside her body lull her to sleep.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Eight
    Damn, the Sun is Hot
     
    Bright rays of heat caressed her face, and Phoebe smiled as the morning seeped through her pores. She was hugging a pillow against her stomach, but it was the memories of sleeping in Dane’s arms or pressed against his hard body that gave her comfort. Treasured and safe, she’d slept better than she had in years. She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to leave the peace and rest of the night. But the sun insisted, so she reached across the bed, disappointed to find it empty.
    She inhaled his lingering scent on the sheets, savoring every sweet image it evoked. “Damn, Hottie. I miss you already.”
    Showered and dressed in her khakis and tank, she went searching for him, but Dane had left for some kind of work thing. A sticky note was pasted to the fridge.
    Morning, sweetheart,
    I need to deliver the truck from yesterday.
    Be back around noon and we’ll go for lunch.
    If you want to use the Wi-Fi, the password is Ofuro321.
    Enjoy your morning.
    D
    Phoebe crushed the note against her chest. How nice it was to be considered. She had a few hours before noon, so she decided to take his advice and enjoy her morning. Running back to the bedroom, she pulled her computer from her bag and searched for the power cord. She was going to listen to her Hottie and enjoy her morning for the first time in a long time.
    Arranging her workspace at the kitchen table, she glanced at the coffee pot and found a second sticky note, instructing her to hit the button to the right.
    “You are spoiling me,” she breathed, smiling and reaching for a mug. Once again, Phoebe wondered why Dane lived alone. He was more than handsome—he was Hottie—considerate, handy, and smart. Women should be lining up and breaking down his door, but there was no trace of a female anywhere in the house.
    She shrugged. Better for her. Maybe she could find a job and a little apartment in town? Maybe they could actually have a chance? A girl could dream, and she was going to do just that in full color.
    Sipping on fresh coffee, she sat by