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heavy lifting?” Before she could argue, he stood, taking her hand and pulling her up with him. In her bare feet, the top of her head reached his chin. She looked up at him, disbelief and skepticism clear in her eyes. Two things he never wanted her—anyone—to feel with him. To wipe them both out of her mind, he pulled her flush to his chest, bent his head, and kissed her with determination.
    She resisted for a nanosecond, then melted against him. Her arms crept up around his neck, her hips cradled his erection, and her mouth opened on a sigh. He took the smallest of tastes, not trusting himself with more, then took a step back.
    “Grab a head start on packing. I’ll catch up soon.”
    ***
    Skye struggled to breathe normally as she packed her things in the sparse, but clean, motel room. She hadn’t really relished spending any more time in there than necessary. But at the same time, she wasn’t prepared to be so close to Tim on a daily basis.
    She tossed her skirts into the open duffle, not caring if they wrinkled. Someone invented an iron for a reason. With her work clothes from Cloud Nine, she took more care, more out of habit than anything else. Though she had no love for the restricting, monochromatic black pants, white collared shirt, and black vest, she still respected the uniform from her old job. It fit the image the restaurant wanted to uphold, and she wore it with pride.
    She threw another gauzy top into the bag and thought about how Tim had stared through her shirt at one point. The memory turned her both hot and cold, causing her skin to feel clammy and her face to feel flushed. Sure, he wanted her. That was both an obvious and delicious fact. But did he want her for more than her body? And why the sudden one-eighty on the trial time period?
    Skye realized she’d been twisting a skirt into a knot and deliberately smoothed it out on the bed, then folded it and put it in the bag. She just had to accept that this was another way of Fate lining up things in their favor. So she would move in, and spend time with Tim, and see where it led them.
    Skye’s cell phone rang and she picked it up absently, still finding things to toss in the suitcase.
    “You haven’t called in a few days. I was getting worried!”
    “Tasha.” Skye breathed a sigh of relief and sank down on the bed, crossing her legs under her. The sound of her best friend made her miss home, miss her simple life. Just not enough to turn back around. “What’s up?”
    “Jessie’s here too, on speaker, just to warn you. So has he come back yet? Did you see him? Deets, please.”
    Skye sighed and ran fingers through her hair, frowning when they got tangled around her shoulders. She pried them out while she spoke. “I saw him today. He finally came home.”
    There was a silence, very unusual for her friends.
    “And after a thoughtful conversation”—and some super-hot making out against a wall—“we’re going to give the marriage a shot.”
    “Yes!”
    “No!”
    Skye held the phone away from her ringing ear. “Okay, care to share which of you was which?” she called so they could hear her.
    “I think this is great.” Jessie. The marriage fan. “You deserve happiness. And you liked the guy enough to marry him, so this really just works out for the best!”
    “The guy ran out on her on their wedding night. How can that be for the best for anyone?” Tasha now, angry. And blunt. “He doesn’t deserve another shot. So sign those annulment papers and hustle your ass back here.”
    “No can do. I made a commitment, back in Vegas and again today. We’re going to try our best. If it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out.”
    “This isn’t like trying out a new car, Skye. It’s marriage. In fact, I think you put more effort into researching your cute little hybrid than you did your husband. That’s gotta say something, right?”
    “Yes. It says something about this man who reached out and grabbed Skye by the throat. And she’s