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over his forehead, mussed from her fingers running through it. She wanted to do it again. His beard, like his hair, was light, thoughhe’d shaved that morning, saying he didn’t want to give her whisker burns. Progressing to his mouth, she sucked in a breath. Perfection. His lips were just full enough to be beautiful, yet they were unmistakably masculine. Unable to resist, she traced a finger over his mouth, remembering what it felt like on her own, and on her skin.
    “Had marathon sex,” she said, fingers still on his lips. “I like it.”
    He cracked open an eye. “You were married. You mean to tell me you never spent a weekend in bed? Was your husband a eunuch?”
    Knowing Barry thought himself the ultimate sex machine, she gave a peal of laughter. “No,” she gasped when she stopped laughing. She couldn’t wait to tell Cat that one. “Maybe he just didn’t have your stamina. Or maybe he wasn’t interested.” Not in her, anyway. She frowned at that, thinking it the most likely explanation.
    “Then he’s an idiot,” Jay said succinctly. “He had you and your daughters and he let you go. How much more stupid can you get?”
    She laid her hand on his cheek and smiled. “Have I told you I really like you?”
    He grinned, turned his head to kiss her palm. “Not lately. Have I told you I really like you?” He set the popcorn aside, lay back on the couch, pulling her on top of him. “And that I find you extremely—” he kissed her mouth, trailed his lips to her neck “—extremely sexy?”
    “Not lately,” she said, and sighed as he unbuttoned her shirt.
     
    O NE DAY the following week, Jay went to his partner’s office. “Hey, Tim, you got a minute?”
    Tim’s office was somewhat less spartan than Jay’s, for in addition to a desk, chairs and bookshelves, it held a kid’s-size table in one corner, for when his children visited their father at work. His desk and bookshelves boasted a number of pictures, as well, most of his family at various stages. The office was like Tim, Jay thought. A little messy and very comfortable.
    “Sure.” Tim set aside the chart he’d been studying and sighed. “I don’t know why I can’t convince Mrs. Finch she can’t expect her blood pressure to improve if she won’t take her medicine.”
    “Maybe it makes her feel bad. Try a different one.”
    “I think I will.” He leaned back in his desk chair as Jay took a seat across from him. “Now, what can I do for you?”
    “I’ve got a patient with a lump in her breast. Almost certainly a fibroadenoma,” he said, speaking of a tumor that while common in women in their twenties, was also benign. “Problem is, she won’t let me excise it.”
    “Just you, or anyone?”
    “Anyone. I explained that it was almost certainly benign, but that it still needed to be biopsied, and that the operation’s a minor one. She said she didn’t care,and has been adamantly refusing the surgery. I finally got her to admit she’s just gotten married and she’s afraid her husband will flip.”
    He tapped his fingers on the desk and thought about the woman he’d seen that morning. It hadn’t taken him long to realize she was scared to death. More of losing her husband than of the consequences of ignoring her medical problems. “Seems she thinks he married her for her looks.”
    Tim looked at him over his glasses. “I take it these looks include a great set of….”
    “Spectacular,” Jay admitted. “But you know as well as I do it shouldn’t make a difference. It’s a minor operation, you should hardly be able to see a scar. I even offered to set her up with a plastic surgeon, if she doesn’t want me to do it, but she still said no go.”
    “Do you mind if I ask who the patient is?”
    Jay told him.
    Tim laughed. “Have you thought about having them in together and explaining it to the husband?”
    “Yes, but I don’t know if I can talk her into it.”
    “Keep trying. I know the guy. He’s crazy about