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hissing pain in her eyes though.
    "I'm sorry, Andy. I didn't mean to pry. I know we only just met and I don't expect you to trust me yet."
    She nodded her head, her eyes remaining on his face. It was a little disconcerting to say the least. "I would like you too, though. Trust me, that is." 
    Her green eyes paled, but still never strayed. It looked as if she were weighing the words. This wasn't going to be easy, he knew.
    "Trust is something that I haven't had alot of." She pushed herself up from the couch, planting her feet firmly on the floor and slightly parting her feet for support. She looked like a soldier deciding to take the mission that had drafted them. "A friend would be nice." She smiled, small, but brilliant enough to hold him in awe for a moment. He must have done something right. A friend, she had said. Lord knew he wanted more than that, but it would come in time. No sense in rushing things on their first day out.
    "Would you like to go get some breakfast? I could go and bring something back if you would like a nap?" Matt felt full of energy and ready to begin proving himself. Stepping towards the apartment door, he waited for her to answer him. She looked thoughtful for a moment as if someone had just granted her a reprieve.
    "A nap would be amazing. Harper hasn't been sleeping at night, which means neither do I." The dark circles under her eyes said as much. His own sister had often complained of babies having their nights and days mixed up.
    "Right. Let me go change and I will bring breakfast back for us. Then I will just hang out while you sleep." Matt put his hand on the door knob and looked hopefully back to Andy. She smiled again. Nodding she walked towards him.
    "Sounds wonderful." She stepped into him, he could smell her honey and grapefruit scent. "Thank you." Tipping her face up to him, he lowered his head to gentle brush his lips against hers. Heaven .

Chapter Three
     
    He returned forty-five minutes later carrying two paper to-go bags. Andy unconsciously licked her lips as he stood there in the hallway outside the open door to her apartment. Oh, damn! Her heart flipped and the muscles in her abdomen contracted bringing to the forefront the aching need at her core. She couldn't help but cast a slow sweep over his body. Well-worn Levis tucked into the tops of dust covered Justin's. Her heart beat louder in her ears. She wondered if he could hear it. A gray, short sleeved Henley showed off his tanned and toned arms. Her eyes stopped at his waist where his tucked in shirt accented a trim waist cinched in with a leather belt complete with a belt buckle with a steer roper on it.
    A very low clearing of her specimen's throat brought her mind screaming back to the present. Oh, double damn! Blue eyes sparkled with mischief, pride, humor and a shocking inferno of desire. Hastily she stepped back, her legs unsteady. Her eyes followed Matt across the kitchen. Her fingers itched to touch the dark hair brushing his collar. Her hand clutched into a fist. Just an hour ago she had been in his very toned, muscular arms with her lips pressed to his. Dear God! Her prayer for self-preservation went up in smoke!
    He broke her daydream with a chuckle. Blushing crimson, Andy noticed thankfully he hadn't turned around. Quickly adjusting her own t-shirt over the top of her knit shorts, she deliberately skirted the island, keeping it between them. Matt pulled out the contents of each bag and sorted them out. "I didn't know what you liked so I got breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, cinnamon rolls and yogurt parfaits." Andy nodded, grabbing a sandwich and a container of hash browns.
    Matt chuckled again, his timbre gliding over her flickering nerves. "Great. I like the yogurt myself." His brilliant grin made her laugh in spite of being caught ogling him. Her embarrassment receded, but didn't quite disappear as she hooked a barefoot on the island stool. Sitting on the round cushion, she unwrapped her sandwich and ruthlessly