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the window seat and looked out at the
beach. "It's another beautiful day."
"Uh-huh." His voice was muffled. He had turned back to his cooking. Chlo
soon he was addressing her again. "Sleep well?"
"Not bad." Once she had fallen asleep. "How about you?"
He had turned to reach for plates from the cupboard. "About the same."
It was an odd choice of words, she mused, unless she was so transparent
that he could see her thoughts. If there was smugness on his face,
though,Gucci Handbags, she couldn't see it. He was cooking. All she saw was his back.
There was a full head of thick and vibrant dark hair, a torso whose
firmness was shown off by the snug fit of his sweater,coach bags for sale, a pair of lean
denim hips and long, sturdy legs, not to mention well-worn leather
boots.
She took a deep, steadying breath. If he had dressed to kill on purpose,
she could resist. She wasn't buying what he had to offer. She wasn't.
"All set?" Grinning, he placed two brimming plates on the table. When
she gaped at hers in dismay, he added a gentle, "Don't worry. Whatever
you can't finish, I will."
She pushed away from the window seat with a grimace. "You'd better get
started then. I'm nearly finished." She held up her drained coffee cup.
"This is all I usually have, with a slice of toast or a muffin." Still,
she took a seat opposite him. She stared at the plate, decided that the
eggs looked pretty good, and took a bite.
"Do the people you work with know about your past?"
Her eyes flew to his, warning, then haunted. She gave him a wan smile.
"You make it sound lurid." She pushed home fries around her plate. "They
know where I come from-some even know that I had a sister. Lee knows
most of the story. But the lovely thing about my life here is that the
people I know see me for what I am today. It's easier not having to
constantly contend with the past."
Ross seemed puzzled. "Why do you assume you'd have to do that anywhere?
It's been eleven years, Chloe. The world goes on. People accept change.
You seem to be the o