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done while their sleeping.”
    Chance took the hint, “Are you sure there’s not something else I can do for you?”
    The double meaning wasn’t lost on Rachel and her hands trembled as she finished folding the towel in front of her. She swallowed before she said, “No. I’m fine.”
    Chance heard the huskiness in her voice and felt the punch down low, he wondered how much huskier her voice got when she was in the throes of passion. Or was she a screamer? He was dying to answer those questions, but not today. She was trying to gain back her independence, and while he applauded the thought, he was doubtful of the outcome.
    “Look, I gave you my card yesterday, but I’m going to leave another one on the fridge. Promise me that if you need anything, help with the twins, the toilet overflows, or just need some milk and can’t get to the store – promise me you’ll call.”
    Turning around, she faced him, “Why?”
    “Why do I want you to call me?”
    Rachel nodded.
    Chance looked at her for the longest time, letting his eyes convey everything his body was feeling. When he saw her pulse quicken and her breathing speed up, he stepped further into the room, stalking her as if she was his prey.
    When he was mere inches from her, he leaned down and placed his lips upon hers. Letting his lips sip from hers, he brushed his tongue across the seam of her lips, silently asking for entrance.
    Rachel felt his kiss like it was hot coals. Her insides began to shake and her heart was beating so loudly in her ears it was all she could hear. She grabbed onto the edge of the washing machine, needing to feel something solid to ground herself.
    Chance gently placed a hand behind her neck, rubbing his thumb against the side of her neck and feeling the shivers his touch set off in her body. He wanted to feel her tremble beneath him, but for now contented himself with only the shivers that could be brought about by a kiss.
    Tilting his head, he deepened the kiss for a few seconds and then pulled away. He took a step away and then wiped his lips with a finger, savoring the memory of her lips against his own. “Did that answer your question?” he asked softly.
    Rachel could do nothing but stare up at him. She had been married, but never kissed like that. She had spent hours kissing her husband, but none of their kisses had ever affected her like Chance’s. Confusion turned to guilt. How could she enjoy kissing another man? Her husband hadn’t even been in the ground for a year!
    Chance watched the change come over her face and tried to figure out what he’d done to put that look of despair and guilt on her face. “Rachel?”
    She held up a hand, not even wanting to look at him at this point. “Just go.”
    “Promise me you’ll call if you need anything.”
    Rachel shook her head, “I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”
    Chance was frustrated and wanted to demand she accept his help, but somehow he knew that pushing her any further would only cause her to back completely away from him. “Fine. I’ll check on you in a couple of days.”
    Rachel shook her head, “No. Don’t bother. We’ll be fine. Thanks for everything.” She turned around and concentrated on folding the remainder of the clothes.
    Chance watched for several minutes, frustration eating at him. Finally, he decided to back off and try again later. “I’ll put the cinnamon rolls in the over before I leave and set the timer. Pour the icing over them right after you take them out of the over.”
    Rachel nodded without turning around or verbally answering him. When she heard his footsteps echo down the hallway, it took everything within her not to chase him down and beg him never to leave. What was wrong with her? She barely knew him and yet she knew him. In some ways, she felt a stronger connection to him that she had her husband. Thinking about Sam caused a fresh wave of guilt to wash over her. She was a horrible person for even thinking about another man!
    Rachel