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Our private business.”
    “Yeah, I know. Told him that too.”
    She set down her glass of wine, her brown eyes full of trepidation. “What do you want to do? Do you want me to leave?”
    “No!” He had considered it, but Zoe was part of him. Just the thought of her leaving filled him with panic, and he’d rejected the idea without another thought. He closed his eyes, trying to think past his confusion. His boss had laid down an ultimatum, but he didn’t intend to tell Zoe. He pictured his boss and recalled the man’s embarrassed stammering. “Don’t usually comment on a man’s personal life.” But he had and now Matt had no choice. He had to choose between the career he’d always wanted and Zoe. No contest there at all.
    “Matt?”
    “Come here.” He patted his knee.
    “Said the spider to the fly?”
    “Yeah,” he murmured. “Wanna shower with me?”
    They finished their drinks and headed for the bedroom. Minutes later they were in the shower. She soaped his back. It felt as though they’d been together forever, yet it had only been weeks. He shivered as her small hands massaged his cock. She teased his balls until they drew tighter.
    Zoe or his job. Matt turned to face her. He cupped her face in his hands and stared into her beautiful brown eyes. “I love you, sweetheart. Very much. I think we should get married. What do you think?”
    For a moment, she looked as though she might cry. Her eyes turned misty and her lush bottom lip quivered. “Oh, Matt. Yes. Yes! I’d love to marry you. You have the best ideas, but are you sure?”
    “Very sure. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you. I don’t want anyone else.” His arms wrapped tight around her, and their lips met in a kiss to affirm their love for each other. Lips slid together, tongues tangled, and all he could think was how lucky he was to have her in his life, to shake him up a little and show him what was important. No, he didn’t have a single doubt. This woman, this minx, who drove him crazy was the only one for him.
    A thump on the bedroom door made them both whirl about to stare. He flicked off the water.
    “Matt, are you in there?”
    “It’s Mum,” Zoe muttered in an appalled tone. “Did you know she was coming over? Oh, boy. I can hear her panicked shrieks of horror now.”
    “No.” He stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around his waist. “I didn’t know she was coming. But she’ll just have to get used to us being together. I don’t intend to change my mind.”
    “Me neither.” She slapped to her hand to her mouth in consternation. “My clothes are in the bedroom. I’d prefer to break this gently. I don’t want to shock her.”
    “I doubt it will make much difference how we tell her.” He shrugged and headed for the door, ignoring the water dripping from his body. He opened it and stepped through before closing it again. “Mum. John. You should have called.”
    “Sorry, Matt. We used our key. Do you have someone in there?” his mother asked, a tinge of pink highlighting her cheeks.
    “The woman I’m going to marry,” he said.
    “Oh, Matt!” His mother beamed. “John, did you hear that? Our son is finally getting married. We’ll have grandchildren.”
    Matt glanced at Zoe’s father, his stepfather. He wondered if the small grin would disappear when he realized it was his daughter. The hard lump of apprehension in his belly dissolved as suddenly as it had appeared. The answer was so simple. He loved Zoe. He’d been running for a while, but no longer. Marriage would slow the gossip, and eventually everyone would find someone else to discuss. They had each other. What more did they need?
    “Do we know her?” his mother asked.
    The bathroom door opened, and Zoe came out dressed in his robe. Her light brown hair lay in damp curls around her face. Her cheeks were pale, but her firm chin indicated determination. “It’s me. Matt is going to marry me.”
    “John?” Matt’s