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thighs ached. She doubted she'd ever had her legs spread so wide—or for so long—as she had last night.
       Megan, damn her, simply grinned. It was such a knowing grin, and such an 'I know what you did last night' kind of a grin, that Gina looked cautiously around the store, wanting to be absolutely certain no one else had seen Megan's indiscreet smirk.
       The store would close in a quarter of an hour and was unusually quiet. Just an elderly couple bickering quietly at the deli counter and Yvonne, the same middle-aged woman as usual scanning the groceries at the counter. She'd not even looked up, and Gina turned back to Megan, a lot more secure in herself.
       Surely it wasn't that obvious? It wasn't like she had a whopping great sign plastered across her head, flashing lights spelling out the fact she'd been fucked 'til she couldn't walk straight.
       The very idea sent a hot flush scooting up her neck and over her cheeks. It was true, too. She'd noticed walking between the car and the shop that, if she wasn't careful, she was tending to waddle rather than walk. How embarrassing!
       She blanched. Then again, maybe Yvonne had noticed. Maybe that was why she was so studiously staring down at the groceries rather than chatting away as usual. On second thought, no. If Yvonne suspected anything even the slightest bit gossipworthy, then nothing and no one was safe.
       That didn't stop her paying up as quickly as humanly possible and practically dragging Megan from the store and out to the relative safety of the street. Saturday morning trading was slowly drawing to a close and, like small towns everywhere, the weekend lethargy was drifting in to take the place of the earlier bustle.
       Only a few places would remain open so, after stowing the grocery sacks in the trunk, Megan towed her towards the diner. That meant walking past the realtor's. No matter how determinedly she tried to look away, Gina just couldn't quite keep her eyes off the shuttered shop front. There was a closed sign swinging behind the door, the lights were out, but there was a shadow moving somewhere down the back. Nate?
       She probably should have kicked herself for the naïve little burst of hope, but there had been a message on her machine when she'd stepped out of the shower. A fairly standard 'thanks for the night' sort of message to be sure, but a message nevertheless. She honestly hadn't expected to hear from him again.
       As soon as their orders had been taken, Megan started. After all, she knew the only reason Megan had insisted on accompanying her this morning was the chance to pry for details.
       "So," Her face was alight with curiosity. "How was it? Is he as good as the rumors say?"
       Gina answered before she'd stopped to think. "Better."
       Oh puh-leeze! Gina cringed. Had that dreamy little sigh been hers too?
       Megan leaned across the table, her hand tugging Gina's wrist. "And?"
       "And what?"
       Megan's mock-grimace attracted the attention of the next table, but she totally ignored Gina's frantic hand signal to tone it down.
       "Nuh-uh." Megan shook her head, eyes glinting wickedly. She glanced around the diner at the handful of people having an early lunch, the threat obvious. "Tell all—or else!"
       "Tell what?" Nate pulled out the chair between them, settling himself at the table without asking permission. "Megan," he nodded amiably in her direction before his eyes returned to Gina. "How are you?"
       There was a hint of humor in his voice, and she couldn't miss the barely suppressed laughter lighting up his eyes. How the heck did he imagine she was going to answer that question?
       "Good. Thank you." Did her answer sound half as
    stilted as it felt?
       "Glad to hear it." He grinned down on her then glanced back across to Megan who smiled serenely. "I had dinner at Gina's place last night," he explained. "Ended up being a bit of a late night."
       "So I heard."