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it. But now, it made him feel dirty. “That’s okay, it’s just a small one. So about that meeting . . .”

“You are one persistent boy, aren’t you? That’s something I loved about you,” she said with so much innuendo a deaf man could hear it.

He ignored her last statement. “My business really needs this.”

“And I really need you.” Her voice was low and seductive.

Shit. Shit. What was he going to do? Tell her. TELL HER. “I’m not in town for very long.”

“We only need a few hours, lover boy.”

“I thought you were seeing Scott.”

She giggled. “Come on. Like that stopped you before.”

“I’m seeing someone.”

Another giggle. “Like that’s stopped me before. Besides, everyone knows you don’t really see women. Lucky for you, I’m not looking for more than a few hours at the most. You know what they say—what happens in Vegas . . .” Her voice trailed off with seductive promise.

He swallowed, knowing he was at a crossroads. If he led her on any more, he’d be cheating on Libby and he refused to do that. He’d support her some other way; hell, he’d get a job as a janitor if need be. “Tiffany, I’m married.”

“You’re what?” She couldn’t have sounded more shocked if he’d told her he was an alien from Mars.

He leaned his back against the wall by the ice machine and heaved out a breath. “I’m married and I love my wife very much. I don’t want to deceive you or lead you on any more than I already have. I need this account, but I won’t sleep with you to get it. If you don’t want to set up a meeting for me with Scott, I understand, but I really hope you can help me out.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” she mumbled. “You’re married. Has hell frozen over?”

He released a nervous chuckle. “It very well might have.”

“So you love her, huh?”

“You have no idea. Please.”

“Yeah, sure . . . why not? If you can fall in love, get married and be so adamant about remaining faithful, it gives the rest of us single girls hope.” She still sounded dazed. “When are you free?”

“My day is flexible. Just tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

“I’ll text you when I know something. Tell your wife congrats.”

“Thanks, but if we run into each other later, can you not mention the meeting to her? I want to surprise her with the closed deal when it’s done.”

“Yeah, sure.”

He was already on his way back to the room when he realized he hadn’t filled the bucket. He turned around and completed that task, then went back to the room. When he walked in, Libby was leaning over her suitcase, stark naked.

He grinned. “You have no idea how happy I am that you aren’t self-conscious about your body. It makes me consider becoming a nudist.”

She laughed as she pulled a black sweater from the bag. “I figure this is how God made me. Besides, gravity isn’t my friend. One day the girls will go south.” She glanced up at him. “I hope you’re prepared for that.”

“Libby, you will always be beautiful to me. Even when you’re nine months pregnant with our baby someday.” He hadn’t meant to say that last part, but as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was true. Libby would be an incredible mother.

Her mouth parted as she turned to look at him. “I thought you didn’t want kids.”

“I didn’t think I did either until you. I love kids. Perhaps unsurprisingly, I seem to have a lot in common with them.” He winked. “I just don’t want to screw up my own kids. But how can they be screwed up with you as their mother?” Then he stopped. “Unless you don’t want kids.”

She shook her head, smiling with tears in her eyes. “No. I do.”

“And you married me thinking I didn’t?”

“I want you more. Kids are bonus.”

He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. “Finish getting ready and let’s get some lunch—it’s after eleven o’clock, so I think it’s past breakfast. How about I call Gram and see if she and Nana Ruby want to join us?”

“Really?” Her eyes widened in shock. “I thought you’d be upset with her after the whole Twitter incident.”

He sighed. “Blair and Megan were going to find out the ugly details at some point, and Gram meant well. If we invite her to lunch, she’ll know we’re not angry with her. If she even