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  “A lot?”

  “More than an arm and a leg, let me tell you. But I figure if I sell off the antiques, I can do this, assuming, of course, that I never need to eat or heat the place again.”

  “No problem,” Suzanne said. “This is Southern California, we’ll live without heating. As for the eating part, I have two more catering jobs coming up. A promotion party and a housewarming get-together.”

  “Good for you! You should toss the want ads I see you scanning every day and go for it.”

  “Oh, no. Catering’s just a hobby. But with the few odd jobs here and there, I can keep us fed.” Suzanne leaned over the blue prints, which she had no idea how to read, looking up when she felt Taylor go utterly still. “What’s the matter?”

  Taylor looked stunned. “You…you just said you’d feed me.”

  “Yeah, like your skinny little butt needs much.”

  “But…that’s the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me.” Her smile a bit watery now, she held out her spoon in a cheers. “To not needing heating this year.”

  Suzanne toasted her right back. “To a steady job to keep us in ice cream.”

  “To lots of sexy guys working on this place,” Taylor said and grinned. “Might as well get some good scenery out of the deal.”

  “And last but not least…” Suzanne firmly kept her gaze off the window and the sexiest shirtless guy in the entire world as she lifted her spoon in another toast. “To remaining single.”

  “To remaining single,” Taylor agreed. “Which does not preclude having sex when available—under responsible conditions, of course.”

  Of course. And that, unfortunately, was the problem.

  She couldn’t stop thinking about sex, responsible or otherwise.

  THE NEXT EVENING, Suzanne slaved away in her kitchen, cooking like a fiend for the upcoming promotion party.

  As always, she had vanilla candles lit, both for a relaxing aid, and also because she loved the flickering glow and scent.

  Taylor sat on the counter, stuffing her face as fast as Suzanne stuffed the giant mushrooms. “I’m going to need another tenant,” she said around a full bite. “Soon as I get the wall in the loft fixed. And God save us from deadbeats.”

  “I’ll toast to that.” They lifted their lemonade, then each chased it with a stuffed mushroom.

  “Good God, can you cook.” Taylor moaned over another bite. “Where did you learn? Your mom?”

  Suzanne laughed. “My mom’s idea of cooking is pressing a button on the microwave. What I do baffles her. She’s a teacher, and has always wanted me to be noble and do the same.”

  Taylor shuddered. “Deal with kids? Just kill me now.”

  Suzanne stopped stuffing mushrooms and smiled. “That’s what I like most about you. You’d never let someone tell you who and what to be.”

  “You wouldn’t either.”

  “Ah, but you’re wrong there.” Stalling, Suzanne flipped on the kitchen light, as the sun had nearly set. Out her window came the glow of halogen lights from Ryan’s crew, who were still working. “Up until very recently I did exactly that, let people tell me what to do. My mother wanted me to teach, so I taught. Kindergarten. Wiped running noses all day long.”

  Taylor shuddered again.

  “Then my first fiancé wanted me to be a nurse, but I didn’t have the right education, so I became a medical assistant instead.”

  “Ugh.”

  “No kidding. The day a nurse handed me a bed pan, I walked.”

  Taylor laughed, then slapped a hand over her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

  “Don’t be, it gets worse. My next fiancé thought I should be an exotic dancer. And since that horrified my mother, it was actually a bonus for a while—kind of payback for the runny noses.”

  Taylor’s eyes were shining with sympathy and laughter. “You didn’t.”

  “I so did.”

  “Well, you have the body for it.”

  “The men certainly thought so, but dancing on tables wasn’t my thing.” The teaching had given her momentary prestige, the medical profession a sense of purpose. But all the dancing had gotten her was good cash tips. She’d been left feeling…aimless. Until the cooking gig. “My last fiancé—”

  “The crybaby jerk?”

  “Right. The crybaby jerk. He got me started on the chef thing. Which is more than I can say for anyone else in my life.”

  “What happened to them all?”

  “The fiancés?” Suzanne lifted a shoulder. “I destroyed whatever they felt for me. One by one.”

  “I doubt that you did that single-handedly.”

  “I’m bad at love, Taylor. Just ask any of them. I’m aimless and not serious enough. I hurt each of them and it didn’t take that long either.”

  “Love sucks,” Taylor said with a finality that told Suzanne she knew of what she spoke. Suzanne opened her mouth to ask about it but glanced at a movement by the door.

  Ryan stood there, his big body filling the doorway. Given his intense eyes and the lack of his usual smile, she’d guess he’d heard everything. Despite that, his physical presence captured her gaze and wouldn’t let it go.

  Just looking at him made her feel a little weak, a little needy, when she hated both. Could he understand, really understand, that no matter how they nearly exploded every time they simply got within touching distance, she couldn’t give in?

  She wouldn’t hurt another soul.

  “I don’t intend to ruin another man,” she said to Taylor, never taking her eyes off Ryan.

  “Well, who needs men anyway?” Taylor turned to Ryan and bit her lower lip, a mischievous smile slowly curving her lips. “Though I have to say, they do have their occasional uses. The recreational sport of sex, for instance. What do you think, Suzanne?”

  Ryan, the tall, big, sexy jerk, simply smiled. “Yes, Suzanne,” he said ever so politely while his eyes smoldered. “What do you think?”

  “That I’ve given you enough stuffed mushrooms,” Suzanne muttered, grabbing the tray from Taylor. On second thought, she snatched the tall glass of lemonade from her as well.

  Taylor only laughed, then hopped off the counter. Tossing back her mane of blond hair, she kissed Suzanne on the cheek. “Don’t get all snippy now. I was just trying to prove a point.”

  “Which would be?”

  “That having wild monkey sex with a man is not the same thing as giving up your life for one.” Leaning forward she said in a mock whisper, “In other words, go for it.” Straightening, she winked at Ryan. “See you later.” Waving perfectly manicured fingernails, she walked right out of the kitchen.

  Leaving Ryan alone with the woman he couldn’t seem to get enough of.

  “I meant what I said,” Suzanne said to him, turning her back, busying her hands with something in a bowl. “I don’t need a man.”

  Only a few weeks ago, Ryan would have said he didn’t need a woman, either. But there was a churning in his gut when he looked at her that he’d never experienced before, a need. An insatiable hunger.

  Oh yeah, he needed a woman. He needed her.

  “I don’t need anyone,” she added into the silence.

  “So you’ve said.” Moving in close, he put his hands on her hips. He liked putting his hands on her, and it was time she knew it. He peeked over her shoulder into the bowl, and his poor, neglected stomach growled. “What’s cooking?”

  She sighed, but didn’t move away.

  Progress, he decided.

  “You’re hungry,” she said with another sigh. “Of course you are, you worked like a dog today. Have a seat and I’ll—”

  The lights flickered once and went out.

  Suzanne gasped, and Ryan gently squeezed his fingers on her hips, touched beyond belief that she’d noticed him working so hard, that in spite of whatever complicated feelings she had, she’d stop everything to see him fed. “You actually made me forget what I came to tell you,” he said. “The electricity is going off for a bit, just while Rafe cuts dow