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An hour later, he was standing outside her hotel room door.

“Piper! It’s me!�� He pounded on the door with his closed fist. Again. He’d already knocked. Then pounded. Now he was pounding again and wondering how much he’d have to pay the hotel manager, Stan, to get a key to Piper’s room.

They had the only two suites on this floor so he wasn’t bothering anyone else with his yelling. He could maybe get the heavy lamp by his window and knock her door down. That would probably bother Ken, but Ollie could deal with that later.

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Her door swung open in the middle of her name.

Piper stood there staring at him with wide eyes. “Somebody better be in the hospital or you’d better be bleeding from a major artery.��

He heard what she said. But he couldn’t process an answer. Because Piper was standing in the doorway in a robe, with her hair wrapped up in a towel on top of her head.

The robe was black. And silky. And short. Very short.

It wrapped around her and tied in the front, as robes did, and created a deep V between her breasts.

Her gorgeous, very generous—and did he mention gorgeous?—breasts.

Ollie was a little clueless—even he would admit that—but he wasn’t dead. Which meant that he’d noticed Piper’s very generous curves long ago.

The way she dressed would have made it impossible not to. Her dresses were bright and unusual and even the ones that didn’t hug her hips and ass, caressed her breasts. She also drew attention to all those curves with big belts and bright scarves and other accessories.

The woman liked to draw attention to herself and he always happily gave it.

This robe was nothing like any of those dresses. It wasn’t brightly colored. There were no earrings, no wedge heels, no bows. Just a lot of silk—both in the robe and the skin that stretched below the short hem.

He’d never seen her dressed like this. Not in any of the five years he’d known her. She was always put together, perfectly coordinated, looking kick ass, and untouchable.

Now she looked�� very fucking touchable.

Except for the look on her face. And the way she propped her hand on her hip.

“Oliver,�� she said firmly.

His gaze lifted to her face. Away from her legs.

Damn, the girl had some great legs.

That shouldn’t be a new revelation. She wore skirts and heels every day. He’d definitely noticed her legs before.

But there was something about this robe or her hair being up in a towel or the way she smelled or this doorway or�� he had no idea, but this was different. Her legs had never looked like this.

“Oliver,�� she said again, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

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��What?�� she repeated. “You’re beating on my door, scaring the hell out of me, making me get out of the shower to come see what was wrong with you, and you’re asking me �ɳ󲹳�?��


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