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"Good. You're up." Michael strolled in carrying a bucket of chicken and
a six-pack of c.o.kes. "I thought you might get hungry."
He'd pulled an LAPD T-s.h.i.+rt on with his jeans. But he was still
barefoot. To Emma he looked more like a beachcomber than a man who
would fire a gun. Before she could answer, he leaned down and kissed
her in a way that had her mind clouding again.
"Figured we could have a picnic."
"A picnic," she echoed. "Where?"
"Right here." He dropped the bucket of chicken on the bed. "That way
the neighbors won't be shocked because you're naked."
She laughed. "I could get dressed."
He sat on the bed across from her and took a long look. "I really wish
you wouldn't." Grinning, he twisted the top off a c.o.ke. "Want some
music?" He leaned over and punched a b.u.t.ton on his clock radio. Linda
Ronstadt soared over "Blue Bayou." Getting down to business, he peeled
the top off the bucket and dug in. "Aren't you hungry?"
The scent of the chicken was glorious. Emma watched him take a bite and
dragged a hand through her tousled hair. "I can't eat naked."
"Sure you can." He held out the drumstick. She s.h.i.+fted, took a bite
then laughed again.
"Really, I can't."
Michael dropped the chicken back in the bucket then dragged his s.h.i.+rt
off. He pulled it over her head. "Better?"
Emma worked her arms through. "Lots." The s.h.i.+rt smelled of him. It
amazed her that it made her every bit as hungry as the chicken. "I've
never had a picnic in bed before."
"Same principle as a blanket on the beach. We eat, listen to music, and
then I make love with you. This way we avoid the sand."
She took the bottle he offered and drank to ease a dry throat. "I don't
know how all this happened."
"That's okay. I'll be glad to run through it all again for you."
"Was it-" She broke off, annoyed with herself.
"You weren't going to ask if it was good for me, were you?"
"No." He was grinning at her. "Sort of." She took another bite of
chicken. "Never mind."
Delighted with her, with himself, with everything, he ran a fingertip
down her bare arm. "You want like a scale of one to ten?"
"Shut up, Michael."
"Just as well, because you went right off the scale."
He only fl.u.s.tered her. "It's never been like that for me before," she
murmured. "I've never ... I didn't think I could-" She broke off
again, then taking a deep breath got the rest out of her system. "I
thought I was frigid."
He nearly laughed, but he could see by her face that it wasn't a joke.
Latimer again, Michael thought and had to take several seconds to
control his voice. "You thought wrong."
His careless response was exactly the right one. Looking up again, she
smiled. "If I had followed my instincts that day on the beach when I
kissed you, I'd have known differently a long time ago."
