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tickling.
    Squirming, Jenny dropped the nozzle and slid out of his hold.
    Gabe grabbed the hose, tossed it in the sink, and slapped the water off.
    “Not fair,” she wheezed.
    “You call this fair?” He gestured to the water dripping off the cabinets, streaking the stainless steel refrigerator, puddling on the stove. He shook his head, like a shaggy dog, sending water spraying everywhere.
    Oh my God . Jenny grimaced at the dripping kitchen and water pooling all over his hardwood floors. What’d gotten into her? Gaze never leaving Gabe’s face, Jenny tried to gauge how angry he was as she backed away. What kind of retaliation would he exact? Her mouth gapped open and closed. “I’m... I’m... I’m so sor—”
    Gabe lunged forward, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her forward, plastering her against his cold, soaked body.
    “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I—” She twisted and squirmed, but his grip didn’t loosen a bit. Pursing her lips, she reared back to break his hold, then froze when she saw the humor in his eyes. He wasn’t angry; he was amused—and aroused. Now still, Jenny felt his erection throb against her belly. Like a light switch flicked, her shortness of breath and adrenaline rush took on an entirely different feeling. That type of retribution she was willing to take.
    Jenny relaxed into his embrace and pulled Gabe’s head down for a long, deep kiss. Through wet, clinging clothes, the heat of his body and pound of his heart called to her. She fumbled with his buttons, impatient to peel the shirt from his body. Gabe brushed her hands aside, ripped the remaining buttons, and yanked his shirt free from the waistband.
    “Think you can distract me with a few pretty kisses?” he growled.
    Jenny shivered as his warm breath tickled her ear. She ran her hand over his goose bumpy chest to his puckered nipples. Leaning forward, she licked one nub. Cold and rough. Hmm. She took it in her mouth and suckled, then a little harder as she felt the rumbling of Gabe’s groan against her lips. He liked it. She released his nipple with a kiss.
    “Is it working?”
    Gabe groaned again and burrowed into her neck. “Maybe.”
    Good to know . Jenny tugged on his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He stood still, allowing her to divest him of the soggy clothes.
    “In that case,” she purred and pressed close, pushing his bare back against the refrigerator. Ignoring his quick hiss, she rose up on tiptoes, slipped her arms around his neck. “I intend to distract you a whole lot more.”
    Gabe picked her up and carried her down the hall into the bathroom.
    Reaching around her, he twisted the shower, set her on the counter, then quickly stripped. Jenny followed his every move with hungry eyes, enjoying his striptease. Naked, Gabe braced hands on either side of her hips and kissed her again. Only lips touching skin-to-skin, Jenny grabbed his shoulders, dug in her nails to bring Gabe closer to give her better access to damp body.
    So much bare skin to explore, Jenny wasn’t sure where she wanted to start. When Gabe held her waist and lifted her, Jenny’s legs instinctively circled him as she pulled closer and feathered kisses along his jaw.
    Gabe carried her into the shower, and Jenny hid her face against his neck as the hot, steamy water sluiced over her head, arm, and soaked half her body. Beneath the hot, steamy water, Gabe returned the favor of stripping Jenny, paying special attention to the long forgotten stings on her bottom, which had started the whole war.
    Who said fighting and making up wasn’t fun?
    Jenny woke alone in Gabe’s bed and watched dust motes dance in soft morning light. A note lay on his pillow next to a perfect, pale rose bud, telling her he’d been called away to the hospital.
    Wandering into his kitchen, Jenny found three more roses, wrapped in cellophane, sitting in a drinking glass on the kitchen table next to a mushy Hallmark card. What a sweetie; Gabe had remembered their four-month