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pillows. I swallowed, overwhelmed by the sight of him half-naked in bed, the sheets pulled up around his gorgeous hips. You’d think I’d be over the shock of the sight of him by now, especially considering the things we’d just done together, but his gorgeousness struck me all over again, making my throat feel dry.
    “Snacks,” I said, holding up the tray in my hands. “Fresh from the kitchen.”
    “You went downstairs like that?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at my robe-clad figure. “You could have caused a riot if one of the gamers saw you.”
    I laughed, joining him on the bed. “It’s two a.m.,” I pointed out. “There are few fringe benefits to my job.” I lay the tray down between us. “But twenty-four hour access to the kitchen is one of them.”
    “So, what do we have here?”
    “Couple sandwiches, some beer, fruit. Oh, some French fries, too. They’re cold, but not too bad.”
    “Sounds good,” he said, leaning over to kiss my neck. I closed my eyes. God, his lips felt good. “Just what I need to get my strength back for a night of ravishing.”
    I pushed him away. “I don’t think so, mister,” I said.
    “Oh, did you want to ravish me ?” He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking.
    “There will be no more ravishing of any kind. It’s already very late, and I have to work tomorrow.”
    John groaned and lay back down on the bed. “I was afraid you were going to say that. Isn’t there any way you could get away for a while?”
    “I thought you had your mysterious meetings tomorrow,” I said, grabbing a club sandwich and taking a huge bite. I hadn’t realized quite how hungry I was—the sandwich was heavenly.
    “I should be done by lunch time,” he said, not taking my bait about the purpose for his meeting. “It would be great if we could get away from the inn for a little bit.”
    “Hate to break it to you, buddy, but there ain’t much to do away from the inn this time of year.”
    John grabbed a sandwich of his own. “Really? I recall this afternoon you telling me that if I needed any advice to let you know.”
    “Yeah, well,” I said, reaching for a beer to wash down my food. “That was when I was still trying to get in your pants.”
    John laughed loudly, the sound making me happier than I liked to admit. I was taking far too much pleasure in making this guy happy.
    “Come on, Brooke,” he said, kissing my neck again. I felt my will power slip a notch. “Just for a few hours?”
    “Well,” I said, his kisses making me feel slightly light headed. “I suppose I could see if my dad could handle things for a bit.”
    “Good,” John said, pushing the tray down to the end of the bed.
    “Hey, I was eating that,” I protested. He kissed my hand before removing my beer bottle from my fingers.
    “Not anymore you aren’t,” he murmured.
    “Really?” I teased. “What am I doing then?”
    John set the bottle down on the bedside table and pushed me onto my back, hovering over me. He grinned down at me. “I’ll show you.”
    * * *
    “What are you so happy about?” Kellie asked me the next day as I passed her hostess station.
    “What do you mean?”
    “You’re looking all…bubbly,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “It’s weird.”
    “It’s weird that I seem happy?”
    “It’s just…not like you. To be so…smiley.”
    I laughed at that, and she raised her eyebrows, looking alarmed. “See? It’s weird.”
    “Sorry for freaking you out,” I said, giving her another grin. “I’ll try to keep it toned down.”
    I sauntered away from her station, knowing there was a bounce in my step. She did have a point: it wasn’t really like me to go walking around with a huge grin, but I was having trouble keeping one off my face.
    My night with John had been amazing. There was just no denying that he made me feel great—better than I had felt in a long time. In addition to being heartbreakingly good looking, he was also funny, and smart. And while I could tell he was