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    She hadn’t deserved his doubt, but objectively, she understood it.
    Was that because of his apology?
    Sara shivered, thinking again about the things he’d done with his tongue. It had been one hell of an apology.
    Ping!
    Another small rock hit the glass, making her jump. “What the hell?”
    She lifted the window and leaned out, her legs bent as she carefully kept her bare breasts out of view. What she saw made her wonder if she was still dreaming.
    “Are you awake?”
    “Are you kidding?”
    Dean smiled as if he weren’t standing a few feet away from her first floor apartment with three men in white chef coats holding silver trays. As if he weren’t out of uniform again, in jeans and a faded black t-shirt with Henry’s band logo stretched across his broad chest this time. “Good morning, Ms. Charles. It is morning now, right? I sent Roy home a few hours ago so he could get some sleep, but these guys were kind enough to give me a ride. Hungry?”
    She ducked lower. “I’m not sure yet. I’m not even dressed yet. I don’t think you and I have the same definition of morning.” She looked over her shoulder and sighed. “And I don’t think there’s enough room in my apartment for a party.”
    Sara turned back in time to see Dean’s smile change. He licked his lips. “This isn’t formal, Sara. No need to get dressed on my account. Not for the breakfast I have in mind. Anyway, they’re just here to set the table. This will be a party of two.”
    She shook her head and started to close the window. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. You should come in before my landlord sees you and notifies the Times.”
    A look in the mirror above her dresser had her groaning. Her face was flushed but devoid of makeup and a wrinkle from her pillow had ironed its way onto her cheek. She wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing and her hair was a bird’s nest. She started to put it in a bun then paused, thinking of what he’d said last night.
    She settled for a loose, sloppy braid instead.
    Racing into the tiny bathroom, she threw some water on her face and brushed her teeth, grabbing her bathrobe and wishing she had something sexier than purple and white floral print cotton.
    He knocked and she took a calming breath before opening the door. It wouldn’t do to look too eager. “When I said breakfast, I didn’t mean you had to go to all this trouble. I was thinking coffee and maybe a croissant. An orange if I was feeling sassy.”
    Dean opened his mouth, then closed it again as he studied her. “You are sassy. If I’d known how good you look in the morning, I wouldn’t have brought company.”
    She held the front of her robe together and stepped back, allowing him and his entourage into her small one-bedroom apartment. “The kitchen’s right through…well you can see it, can’t you? Sorry about the tight fit.” She laughed.
    One of the men smiled back and nodded and she asked his name. His eyes widened.
    Dean came up behind her and placed his hand on her back. “These are my friend Franco’s sous-chefs, Sara. He’s militant when it comes to silence and discretion. They don’t usually talk to their patrons.”
    She tilted her chin, but kept her smile in place. “I’m militant about not letting strangers in my kitchen.” She turned to the man again. “My name is Sara.”
    “Javier,” the man offered solemnly. “I think you will be pleased you let us in after you taste what Franco has prepared for you.”
    “I’m sure it’s wonderful,” she assured him, leaning against Dean’s warm hand, every inch of her aware of him.
    He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Good morning, Sara.”
    She turned, her hand lifting to his chest, unable to stop herself from touching him. If only to make sure he was real. “Good morning, Mr. Warren.”
    “You have a cozy apartment.”
    “I told you it was too small for a party, but thank you. I like it.” She did. It was about the size of a closet with a bedroom, but