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in her ice-blue eyes.
    As far as he was concerned, if she was wearing anything more than him and a smile, she was overdressed.
    “I should say so.” He let his gaze wander over her curvaceous figure and felt his temperature spike. “You need any help remedying that fact?”
    “Oh, I think I can handle it,” she teased.
    Slipping away from the wall, she continued to face him as she walked backward into the main area of the room. Step by slow step, while her fingers worked to free the buttons running down the front of her blouse.
    Her heel caught on something and she stumbled. They both glanced down to find her standing in the leg hole of a pair of discarded BVDs.
    “Nice,” she said, shaking her foot and kicking the briefs aside.
    Zack expected her to return to her little striptease. Was salivating for it, actually. The small terry-cloth towel at his waist didn’t act as much of a cover to begin with, but with the front taking on a telltale tenting with his growing hard-on, he might as well have been naked.
    Instead, Grace slowly turned her head to the side, focusing on the king-size bed. He had no doubt that’s where they’d end up, but he was in no rush. He was fine with watching her undress, then maybe taking her up against the dresser, on top of the round table in the corner, in the chair currently tucked under the small desk …
    When Grace returned her attention to him, her eyes no longer glittered with smoldering desire. Her mouth was no longer tipped up seductively at the corners. In fact, she looked downright angry.
    “Is there something you’d like to tell me?” she asked, her previously sultry tone replaced with icicles sharp enough to maim.
    His brows knit. “Huh?”
    Zack was used to his fiancée’s rapid-fire changes in mood. Women in general were mercurial, he’d found, able to go from laughing to yelling to crying in two seconds flat. And Grace, he knew, could be more emotional than most.
    Having her launch into an hour-long tirade because of some injustice she read about in the newspaper or tear up over a Hallmark commercial had taken some getting used to. His favorite, though, was when she started laughing over the silliest things, like a joke she’d heard at the studio or a remembered scene from a movie she’d seen months before.
    He’d never known her to go from hot-for-his-bod to rip-his-face-off in the blink of an eye, though. And damned if he knew what he’d done to piss her off.
    She cocked her head to the right, and he followed her gaze. Shock like a blast of cold air hit him full in the chest and had his heart plummeting to his gut.
    The blonde in his bed climbed to her knees and let the sheet drop, revealing a skimpy pink bra-and-panty set.
    “Hi,” she chirped with a too-sweet smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”
    Zack couldn’t have been more surprised if a band of rodeo clowns had jumped up and started dancing around the room.
    “What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped.
    “You know, I was just asking myself the same question.”
    Unfortunately, this response came from Grace, not the puck bunny who’d somehow sneaked into his room while he was in the shower.
    Fingers flying, Grace rebuttoned her blouse, then charged for the door, pushing past a still-stunned Zack before he had a chance to stop her.
    “Grace, wait.”
    This was unbelievable. How the hell had this woman gotten in? And how the hell could Grace believe he’d invited her?
    Hand on the knob, not bothering to turn around, she shot back, “Fuck you. Or better yet, let your bimbo do it.”
    “Grace!”
    Heedless of his near-naked state, Zack caught the door before it closed and raced after her. The towel flapped around his legs as his bare feet pounded down the carpeted hallway. She was already several yards ahead of him, ignoring his repeated calls for her to stop, to listen.
    “Shit,” he muttered as she slammed through the stairwell door.
    Tucking his chin into his chest, he put on an extra