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open a sewing-kit and start stitching.
    No. As nice a man as this guy seemed to be, what sort of relationship could they possibly have with this as their beginning? This was worse than sex on the first date. This was sex before knowing each other’s names.
    Leigh pulled in a deep breath and forced herself to climb out of bed. As quietly as she could, she searched for some clothes to put on. The thought that she should stick around, perhaps cook him breakfast and return him to wherever it was he came from crossed her mind. But she had never done that sort of thing before and she didn’t know if she could deal with the awkwardness. Bottom line, she didn’t want him to see her in the light of day. It would make things too complicated and he would ask too many questions.
    In the top drawer of the nightstand she pulled out a pad and paper and jotted down, ‘Thanks. I needed that.’
    She stared at the short note and struggled for something else to add, but other than leaving money on the dresser, what else was there to say? Leigh placed the note on top of his clothes, certain that he would see it there and then creep out of the bedroom and out of his life.
     
     
    Jeremy stirred from the best sleep he’d ever had with a smile on his face. Sure, he was sore in a few places from twisting in ways he didn’t have any business twisting. But he was sure that it was nothing a good massage couldn’t work out. Moaning and stretching, he still didn’t quite have enough strength to open his eyes. That is until the smell of bacon wafted under his nose and got his stomach growling like Cujo.
    Food was the second best way to wake a man in the morning. The first… Jeremy finally peeled open his eyes to see his morning hard-on standing straight as a flagpole. He groaned, wishing that Baby Girl was lying next to him instead of in the kitchen, but he appreciated her trying to feed a brother after the grueling workout she put him through.
    With one last groan, he finally sat up and noticed for the first time that the top mattress was actually on the floor. Assessing the room while he tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes, a smile traveled up the corner of his lips. The place was wrecked: overturned lamps and nightstands—and were those his drawers hanging on the doorknob?
    He snickered as he propelled himself from off the floor. His first stop was to the adjoining bathroom where he opted for a quick shower. Though he was tempted to work the edge off his erection, he was more interested to see if he could get Baby Girl to do a few instant-replay moves like she put on him the night before. Hell, there were a few moves that even he had never tried before.
    Stepping out of the shower, Jeremy smiled as the old-school Jacksons’ hit “Blame it on the Boogie” filled the beach house. He bobbed his head and tucked his towel around his hips as he closed in on the kitchen. When he heard Baby Girl singing, he was a little surprised to hear that she was an alto. Given how high he had her crying out to the Almighty, her versatile range was impressive. Now, if this girl is as bad in the kitchen as she is in the bedroom, I might have to keep her around a little longer.
    “Whatcha got cookin’ up in here?” he asked, rounding the corner, but then quickly stopping in his tracks, when a blond-haired white woman jerked around, took one look at him and then proceeded to scream her head off.
    “Whoa, whoa—what the hell!” His brain scrambled and he was unable to make sense of what was going on. “George!”
    “Wait! I can explain,” he shouted. However, the woman’s scream edged closer toward hysteria.
    “Cathy? Are you all right?”
    Behind him, Jeremy heard the mad rush of something—or someone—heavy heading toward him. “No. It’s okay,” he said, turning with his hands up in a defensive maneuver.
    Unfortunately, his towel wasn’t tucked too securely and the sucker picked the moment when this big sumo wrestler-looking brother, rounded