From the Author
From the Inside Flap
"I want you naked."
She couldn't do it. She knew her body wasn't fashionable. She hadhips and a backside. And despite the yoga she wasn't toned to magazine imageperfection. The family joke was tables had better legs. And his body wasincredible, even with the scars that marked him. And the room was too bright. Shewent to turn off the light nearest her.
Hand on the switch, their eyes met. He repeated, "Leave it."
She turned it off.
"Fine then--but the bra goes."
"So you do know how to compromise."
"I know how to win. Do you want me to do it for you?"
She did. She didn't. She saw nothing in him to suggest he didn'tlike what he saw. She unhooked her bra, let it slide down her arms and watchedhis eyes flare with satisfaction. Then she leant across and switched on thelight. "You win."