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finished dressing, she surveyed her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
As part of her post-divorce makeover, she’d had her hair cut into a short bob with longish bangs that swooped over one eye. It was chic, sleek and sexy, and the many compliments she’d received had given her a nice ego boost—something she’d needed desperately after Adam’s humiliating betrayal. The best part about the bob was that she could wear it straight and it still looked good. So she didn’t have to worry about curling her hair now to look presentable for Quentin. Besides, he’d seen her wearing big rollers on her head, ugly flannel pajamas and a cucumber mask on her face. Why let vanity get in the way now?
Sufficiently satisfied that she’d wrestled her rampant hormones into submission, Lexi left her bedroom and went in search of Quentin.
She found him in the kitchen, standing at the microwave built into the mahogany paneled cabinets. He’d shed his dark suit jacket and tie, tossing both over the back of a chair at the breakfast table. His white broadcloth shirt was untucked from his pants, the sleeves rolled up to strong forearms dusted with black hair. Lexi stared at the way his wide, muscular shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and those endlessly long legs.
Her mouth went dry. Had he always radiated such raw masculine energy? Such sex appeal? If so, how in the world had she remained immune all these years?
At that moment he glanced over his shoulder—and stared at her with an arrested expression on his face.
Pulse thudding, Lexi shifted self-consciously from one foot to another. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” His lazy gaze ran the length of her. “That shirt you’re wearing. It gave me flashbacks to college.”
Except in college, I didn’t fantasize about you stealing into my bathroom and running your hands all over my naked body.
Heat suffused her face.
Striving to maintain composure, she wandered into the kitchen, her bare feet padding across smooth hardwood. The mouthwatering aroma of braised baby back ribs wafted from the microwave. “Mmm, that smells good.”
As she brushed past Quentin, he sniffed appreciatively at her. “ You smell good.”
“What—as opposed to the way I normally do?” Lexi quipped.
He grinned, playfully tweaking her nose. It was something he’d done a thousand times before. But now, even the simplest touch sent shivers up and down her spine.
Fighting to ignore her body’s traitorous reaction to him, Lexi walked over to the gleaming Sub-Zero refrigerator and pulled one side open. “What’s your poison?”
“Water’s good, actually.”
She grabbed two bottles of Perrier.
As she handed one to Quentin, he made a face. “Don’t you ever have any real water?”
“Nope. Want real water?” She grinned, pointing to the sink faucet. “Knock yourself out.”
“Damn, Lex, that’s cold.”
She laughed, hopping onto the granite countertop. “That’s what you get for complaining about my Perrier, you ingrate.”
“Keep talking and I’ll eat all these ribs by myself. And you know I can.”
“Don’t you dare!”
He laughed, removing their hot food from the microwave. He passed her a plate, then lowered himself onto the long center island so that they were facing each other.
Lexi bit into a juicy rib, closed her eyes and groaned. “Mmm. How’d you know I was in the mood for barbecue?”
Quentin gave her a lazy smile. “Don’t you know by now that I can read your mind?”
She grinned weakly. “Of course. How could I forget?” Thank God you really can’t!
“How was your day?” They spoke at the same time, then laughed softly.
Quentin said, “Do you realize we ask each other that question every day?”
“We do?” At his nod, Lexi shrugged. “So? What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. It’s just that…Mike and Reese…” Trailing off, he shook his head with a low chuckle. “Forget it. It’s nothing.”
Lexi ate a
As part of her post-divorce makeover, she’d had her hair cut into a short bob with longish bangs that swooped over one eye. It was chic, sleek and sexy, and the many compliments she’d received had given her a nice ego boost—something she’d needed desperately after Adam’s humiliating betrayal. The best part about the bob was that she could wear it straight and it still looked good. So she didn’t have to worry about curling her hair now to look presentable for Quentin. Besides, he’d seen her wearing big rollers on her head, ugly flannel pajamas and a cucumber mask on her face. Why let vanity get in the way now?
Sufficiently satisfied that she’d wrestled her rampant hormones into submission, Lexi left her bedroom and went in search of Quentin.
She found him in the kitchen, standing at the microwave built into the mahogany paneled cabinets. He’d shed his dark suit jacket and tie, tossing both over the back of a chair at the breakfast table. His white broadcloth shirt was untucked from his pants, the sleeves rolled up to strong forearms dusted with black hair. Lexi stared at the way his wide, muscular shoulders tapered down to narrow hips and those endlessly long legs.
Her mouth went dry. Had he always radiated such raw masculine energy? Such sex appeal? If so, how in the world had she remained immune all these years?
At that moment he glanced over his shoulder—and stared at her with an arrested expression on his face.
Pulse thudding, Lexi shifted self-consciously from one foot to another. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” His lazy gaze ran the length of her. “That shirt you’re wearing. It gave me flashbacks to college.”
Except in college, I didn’t fantasize about you stealing into my bathroom and running your hands all over my naked body.
Heat suffused her face.
Striving to maintain composure, she wandered into the kitchen, her bare feet padding across smooth hardwood. The mouthwatering aroma of braised baby back ribs wafted from the microwave. “Mmm, that smells good.”
As she brushed past Quentin, he sniffed appreciatively at her. “ You smell good.”
“What—as opposed to the way I normally do?” Lexi quipped.
He grinned, playfully tweaking her nose. It was something he’d done a thousand times before. But now, even the simplest touch sent shivers up and down her spine.
Fighting to ignore her body’s traitorous reaction to him, Lexi walked over to the gleaming Sub-Zero refrigerator and pulled one side open. “What’s your poison?”
“Water’s good, actually.”
She grabbed two bottles of Perrier.
As she handed one to Quentin, he made a face. “Don’t you ever have any real water?”
“Nope. Want real water?” She grinned, pointing to the sink faucet. “Knock yourself out.”
“Damn, Lex, that’s cold.”
She laughed, hopping onto the granite countertop. “That’s what you get for complaining about my Perrier, you ingrate.”
“Keep talking and I’ll eat all these ribs by myself. And you know I can.”
“Don’t you dare!”
He laughed, removing their hot food from the microwave. He passed her a plate, then lowered himself onto the long center island so that they were facing each other.
Lexi bit into a juicy rib, closed her eyes and groaned. “Mmm. How’d you know I was in the mood for barbecue?”
Quentin gave her a lazy smile. “Don’t you know by now that I can read your mind?”
She grinned weakly. “Of course. How could I forget?” Thank God you really can’t!
“How was your day?” They spoke at the same time, then laughed softly.
Quentin said, “Do you realize we ask each other that question every day?”
“We do?” At his nod, Lexi shrugged. “So? What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing. It’s just that…Mike and Reese…” Trailing off, he shook his head with a low chuckle. “Forget it. It’s nothing.”
Lexi ate a
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