But when Roxanne rolled over, her drug of choice was no longer in her bed. A place inside her chest squeezed tight and she breathed deep to loosen it. She had more important things to worry about this morning—like a three-tiered Victorian wedding cake of a house—than why he’d left her bed. Mooning over a man who’d promised nothing and would deliver even less wasted her time, energy and good sense. She slid off the mattress and tried to stretch away any lingering thoughts of the previous night’s lovemaking, grabbed clothes and headed for the shower. The riot of pleasurable aches in her muscles had little to do with renovations and everything to do with Jamie’s heart-stealing handling of her body the night before. The warm spray helped ease the soreness in her body only. Her work uniform for the day was a red tank top spotted with bleach stains and a pair of frayed denim shorts. When the force of her yawn almost dislocated her jaw, she knew she’d need a tank of coffee before she left the apartment.
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