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toothbrush?  And the shampoo he preferred?  The only reason she knew which products he liked was because she’d stayed in his homes over the years.  She’d snooped as she’d decorated his living spaces.  And Scarlett had savored every detail she discovered about the man.  She’d felt like a stalker, but what was a woman to do?  She was so in love with the man, so proud of all he’d accomplished.  He was extraordinary and no other man could compare.  His features were harsh to some, but she loved that granite hard jawline, that slight dimple in his cheek that not many people saw because it was only revealed when he smiled.  Unfortunately, Grayson didn’t smile often.  Oh, and that thick black hair, making his jaw shadowed even though he might have shaved just hours ago. 
    Goodness, everything about the man enticed her – from his broad shoulders to his large feet.  She smiled into the darkness, wondering if the thing about feet and penis-size was true.  She could feel her face flaming even in the darkness and she rolled over, groaning at the image of a naked Grayson popping into her mind.  Pulling the pillow over her head, she tried very hard to keep herself from thinking about him.  About all those muscles and the way he could look at her and she knew…she just knew that he was thinking about her. 
    Oh to be inside that man’s head, she thought. 
    Or maybe not.  She didn’t want to know if he still thought of her as a little girl.  She was a woman now.  And she had needs like any other woman! 
    She should just find another man to date.  A blond man, she thought.  Someone short and skinny.  Someone who was easy to talk to.
    The complete opposite of Grayson!
    Scarlett sighed and rolled onto her side, punching the pillow.  That wasn’t completely true and she was simply creating problems with Grayson and her relationship with him to make herself feel better.  There had been many times that she and Grayson had talked for hours!  Just a few months ago at Stefan’s wedding, it had ended up being just the two of them talking after everyone else had gone to bed.  That had been nice, she thought.  All the others had their spouses and had been eager to sneak up to their suites at the hotel, but she and Grayson had been…well, they’d sort of been stuck with each other.  And it had been so nice, dancing in his arms, walking down the aisle on his arm. They’d just been bridesmaid and groomsman, but she’d pretended like it was their wedding, that she’d just promised her life to his and they would live happily ever after. 
    She sighed again and the sound echoed throughout the room.
    She wasn’t ever going to get any sleep, she muttered. 
    Slapping the sheets back, she slipped out of bed.  Listening carefully, she didn’t hear anything.  Noises from Grayson’s room were silent now, indicating that he was asleep.
    Slipping out of her room, she tiptoed down the hallway.  She’d just made it to the top of the stairs when an arm swooped under her stomach, lifting her up and pressing her against the hallway wall. 
    “Scarlett?” Grayson snapped as soon as he realized it was her and not an intruder.  “What the hell are you doing?”
    Scarlett wasn’t hurt but she was definitely stunned.  The man wasn’t wearing a shirt!  And…well…she was wearing one of his! 
    “What are you wearing?” he demanded softly but with a definite husky quality to his voice when his eyes moved down her figure.  His voice was even deeper as he said, “Hey, that’s my shirt.” 
    Darn him for the stupid monogrammed initials, she thought!  “I…um…couldn’t sleep.  I was just going downstairs for some warm milk.”
    He looked down at her, not sure if he believed her or not.  “Where did you get my shirt?” he asked. 
    He was trying very hard not to react, but her soft body felt so incredibly good against his.  And he’d only paused to pull on his slacks before he came out of his