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couple of days' rest.
    "I think I can handle that," she smiled, feeling better now that she had analyzed her problem. "But I don't think I'll be using it."
    "Why not?"
    "Because my bathing suit's in storage with everything else."
    He tossed her a sideways grin, his eyes traveling quickly down the length of her slender frame. "You don't need one."
    Her response was little more than a faint rush of breath. There was no sense arguing the point unless it became necessary.
    Averting her eyes to the placid pool of water at her feet, she almost jumped out of her skin when it suddenly sprang to life.
    "This switch turns on the jets. . . ."
    Toni barely heard what Kyle was saying. The image that had just formed in her mind refused to vanish. She could see him relaxing in that tub, the water swirling around that magnificent chest, his arm draped around her naked shoulders. She could almost feel his lean hardness pressing against her thighs, her breasts . . .
    "And I try to keep it at around a hundred and one or so."
    "Ah . . . I'm sorry," she mumbled, giving her head a visible shake to dispel the unwanted image. Not fatigue. It had to be total exhaustion for her mind to be working like this. "I guess I wasn't listening."
    Kyle watched her curiously as he explained again, his eyes following the motion of her hand. She was running the pearl she wore back and forth along its fine gold chain at the base of her throat. It was a nervous habit, and an unconscious one.
    A soft light crept into his eyes. Placing one hand on her shoulder, he tipped her chin up with his other. His touch, coming so closely on the heels of her erratic—and erotic—thoughts, made her legs feel about as stable as gelatin.
    "You look beat, princess," he said quietly, his gaze sweeping her pale features. His hand left her shoulder to push back a whisp of golden hair that had loosened itself from its coil.
    Though his fingers barely brushed her cheek, the skin there tingled with a lingering warmth.
    "Why don't you go see what you can find in the fridge for dinner while I finish packing? I've got to leave in about twenty minutes."
    She was sure that what she was seeing in those beautiful slate-gray eyes was only the concern one friend might feel for another. If there was any desire there, it was only the desire that she get out of his way so he wouldn't miss his plane.
    "Do you want me to fix you something?" she asked as his hands slipped to his sides.
    Kyle shook his head and turned into his bedroom. "I'll get something later. If you can't find what you want in the kitchen, leave a note for Madeline next to the phone in there. She'll pick up anything you want from the store."
    "Who's Madeline?" All sorts of pictures were forming in Toni's mind.
    "My housekeeper. She does everything but tuck me into bed at night. She'd probably even do that if I asked her to."
    Toni didn't doubt that for a minute. She couldn't imagine any woman refusing Kyle Donovan anything.
    She had just dropped her apple core into the trash compactor when she heard Kyle's footsteps crossing the parquet-tiled floor.
    "Is that all you ate?"
    "I wasn't that hungry," she replied, turning to lean against the counter. She'd left her suit jacket in her bedroom, along with her shoes. Without the benefit of two-and-a-half-inch heels it seemed that she had to look a long way up to see his face.
    "You're too thin," he observed flatly, positioning himself against the counter next to her. "I thought you looked like you'd filled out a little when I first saw you, but now I actually think you're skinnier."
    A disconcerted frown creased her forehead as she glanced down at the cream silk blouse tucked into her straight skirt. Skinnier? She'd gained five pounds!
    "Let's see what else we can find you to eat."
    "I'm really not hungry." Her words fell on deaf ears as he started to open the cupboard. "I had a big lunch."
    Kyle looked down at her, one hand resting on the cupboard door. "I can only imagine what constitutes