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on, flung open the bathroom door, and shuffled into the kitchen. Turner was leaning against the counter drinking something out of her Garfield cup.
    “That’s my favorite cup.”
    “Many pardons, my queen, I’ll rinse it out and fill it with anything you like. Hot Milk? Cocoa? I found a teakettle and two packets of cocoa mix, complete with marshmallows. Are you game?”
    “Hmph. Fine.” She headed to the third drawer beside the dishwasher and pulled it open to find her Twinkie stash intact. One she peeled right away and stuffed in her mouth, the other two she put in her robe pockets. “I’ll be in bed when it’s ready,” she mumbled through a Twinkie.
    “You’re welcome, dear.”
    “And don’t call me dear .”
    “Yes, dear.” Turner smiled big at her and started filling the teakettle with water.
    As she walked toward her bed, she glanced back at him. If she didn’t know better, it would look like he’d cleaned up the kitchen counters. She could see the blue granite in spots.
    Nah, it must have been that way before.
    He was humming.
    She unloaded her Twinkies on the bedside table and threw her robe onto the chair. She could hardly believe how good it felt to get in between the smooth blue gingham sheets of her bed and pile the quilts and down comforter on top of herself. She squirmed out of the piles of covers enough to prop herself up on pillows and peel another Twinkie rapper.
    He made quite a bit of kitchen noise, then he started singing some Irish sea chanty about leaving sweet Bessie behind or some such nonsense. His voice was really marvelous, but the neighbors were going to be banging on the walls pretty soon.
    “Pipe down in there, you’ll wake the neighbors.” She yelled, but she had a Twinkie in her mouth, so it came out more like, “Phm dwine fer ul make the gnapers.”
    “Whatever you say, darling.” The kettle started whistling loudly and drowned out whatever else she might have to say.
    “Augh!” she said.
    Turner came over to her bed bearing a steaming cup of hot chocolate in her favorite cup, perched on a pretty plate she didn’t know she owned. He balanced this for a moment and picked up three wine glasses with his other hand, finger balancing them, so there would be room on the bedside table for the plate. He set the glasses on the floor, arranged the plate, and placed her remaining Twinkie beside the hot chocolate.
    Then he picked up the wine glasses and walked away humming again. What an annoying, beastly man he was.
    She sipped the hot chocolate and finished up her second Twinkie. It was heaven, really.
    A minute later she saw him cross the room with a wine glass of something for himself and head toward the sofa.
    After he set his glass on the coffee table, he did the most amazing thing. He took off all his clothes. He did this very slowly, very deliberately, and without any self-consciousness at all.He had turned down the apartment lights, and the city lights were the only thing illuminating him except her bedside lamp.
    She watched him unbutton his faded blue denim shirt, fold it neatly, and set it on the table beside him, atop her stack of Harper’s Bazaar magazines. Next he peeled off a white T-shirt he’d worn under the shirt. His naked chest was broad and gloriously muscled from biceps to abs. She licked her lips and got hot chocolate foam in return.
    He folded that shirt as well, and added it to the pile. She sat up a little taller to watch him remove his boots, set them to the side, then take off his jeans. Slow and easy they slid down his magnificent legs. He folded the jeans neatly and piled them with the rest.
    He turned his back to her, and she had to really sit up against her hands to see the final piece of clothing come off Turner’s amazing body. His rear was truly a thing of beauty. She gasped, then heard herself gasp, and scrunched back down against the pillows in case he noticed. She quickly grabbed a paperback book off the table and pretended to read