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butter and headed out to the deck. “I sure hope that trek on the crutches helped you work up an appetite,” he said as he joined Claire. “Because you’re in for a real treat.”
    â€œIt smells heavenly,” she said, and smiled up at him.
    Matt’s heart jumped in his chest. His throat went dry. With the exception of the bandage at her temple, she seemed like the old Claire again. It had been so long since she had looked at him without wariness or hurt in her eyes. It made him feel a little less guilty for deceiving her now by allowing her to believe that they were a normal, happily married couple. Somehow he would make this work, Matt told himself. He would earn Claire’s trust again.
    â€œIs that hot bread?”
    â€œYeah,” he said, and placed the tray on the table.
    â€œI love hot bread and butter.”
    â€œI know,” he said, amused.
    â€œHere, let me help.”
    She reached for the loaf at the same time that he did. Matt’s breath caught in his lungs as their fingers brushed and that shimmer of electricity shot right through him.
    â€œI guess I did work up an appetite,” she said, giving him an apologetic smile before releasing the bread.
    â€œI’d say we both did,” Matt said as he placed the loaf between them. Giving himself a mental kick, he finished unloading the tray. And as he did so, he promised himself that he would take things slowly with Claire even if it killed him.
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    And it might just kill him after all, Matt decided thirty minutes later as Claire put down her fork and sighed. “If I eat another bite, I swear you’ll have to cut me out of these slacks, because I won’t be able to get them off by myself.”
    Images of stripping Claire out of her pants, of running his hands over the curve of her hips and down those long slender legs had perspiration beading between Matt’s shoulder blades and desire burning below his belt. “Not a problem,” he finally managed to get past a throat that had gone from dry to parched in a heartbeat. “But I expect it will take quite a few more of Emma’s meals before I need to whip out my trusty scissors again and use them on anything besides the pant’s leg.”
    â€œI’m not so sure about that,” she said, laughing, and the easy carefree sound made his chest tighten. It seemed a lifetime since he’d heard Claire laugh like that. “Right now I feel about as stuffed as my ankle looks with that bandage. But it’s almost worth it. Everything was delicious. Emma’s a terrific cook.”
    â€œShe’ll be pleased to hear that you enjoyed it.”
    â€œOh, I did,” Claire told him, and eyed the solitary shrimp covered in a tangy tomato sauce that remained on her plate.
    â€œGo ahead and finish it off,” he encouraged.
    Grinning, she swiped the shrimp from the plate and popped it into her mouth.
    Matt chuckled at the look of pleasure on her face. Sitting next to him at the table, with her face free of makeup, her hair loose and flowing around her face and shoulders, she looked more like a teenager than a grown woman of twenty-eight. “You’ve got a little sauce on the corner of your mouth,” he told her.
    She flicked her tongue at the corner of her mouth and along her bottom lip. She went from innocent to sultry in the blink of an eye, and Matt went from relaxed to aroused just as quickly.
    â€œDid I get it?”
    Matt swallowed—hard—and tried to beat back the rush of desire that roared in his veins. “No,” he managed to get out in a voice hoarse with wanting. Gritting his teeth, he prayed for strength when she repeated the maneuver a second time.
    â€œIs it gone?”
    Prayer obviously wasn’t going to work, Matt admitted. Unwilling to put himself through that torture again, he decided to take care of the problem himself. “Hang on,” he said. “I’ll get it.”
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