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who would n't be turned on by a man who feels so deeply that he did n't stop loving his wife just because she died ? ''
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pesh 's eyes widened at her statement , and he sucked in a harsh breath .
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`` most women do n't want to share your heart , '' he challenged softly .
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`` then they 're obviously insecure .
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all of us have the ability to love people in infinite capacities .
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i love my son with all my heart and soul , but there will still be room for a man ... someday . ''
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he stared at her for a moment , unblinking and unmoving .
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`` i have to say that i find your reasoning absolutely fascinating . ''
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`` you do ? ''
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`` yes . ''
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the intensity of his gaze caused her to laugh nervously .
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`` i do n't think a man has ever called me fascinating . ''
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`` that 's a pity . ''
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before she could try changing the subject , aidan came by their table with noah in his arms .
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`` after i put him down , i 'm going to make some drinks .
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emma wants one of her margaritas .
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you game ? ''
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he asked megan .
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she nodded .
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a drink would certainly help cool her off after the conversation she 'd been having with pesh .
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`` sure .
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i do n't think i 've had one in forever . ''
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`` neither has she .
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i may be peeling her off the ceiling tonight , '' he teased .
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megan laughed .
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`` you have seriously got to stop with the innuendo .
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you are my uncle , and it is mortifying and disgusting to have to think of you in that capacity . ''
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`` i am so terribly sorry for scaring your sensitive mind . ''
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grinning , aidan turned to pesh .
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`` beer okay with you , or would you like something fruity , too ? ''
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`` i 'm fine with a beer , '' pesh replied .
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aidan bobbed his head .
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`` be right back . ''
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after aidan headed in the house , pesh caught her staring at him .
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`` what ? ''
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he asked .
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`` just surprised you wanted a beer , that 's all . ''
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`` and why is that ? ''
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she shrugged .
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`` you just seemed a little too refined for beer . ''
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he tilted his head at her .
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`` what other preconceived notions do you have about me ? ''
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`` none really , '' she lied .
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in her mind , she could n't help thinking how she wanted to make him be dirty just for her .
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she wondered what other surprises he might have up his sleeve .
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`` for some reason , i do n't believe that . ''
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he crossed his arms over his broad chest .
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`` let me guess .
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you think that i 'm a 'refined ' man who drinks wine , would never think of cussing or have inappropriate thoughts , organizes his underwear drawer , and who considers doing the crossword puzzle a fun friday night ? ''
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megan could n't help snorting at his summation .
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it was a good distraction not to focus on how he had mentioned inappropriate thoughts and his underwear drawer .
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at the moment , she was having inappropriate thoughts about his underwear ... or hopefully lack thereof .
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of course , she could n't help judging him as not being the commando type .
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`` no , that 's not what i think of you . ''
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`` i would hope not .
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i know that since i 'm a little older than you- '' `` just a little ? ''
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the corners of his lips turned up .
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`` obviously you think i 'm an old man . ''
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`` no , i do n't , '' she blurted .
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`` how old do you think i am ?
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just shy of adult diapers and a walker ? ''
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she scowled at him .
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`` i was not insinuating that at all .
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i think you 're probably close to ankle 's age . ''
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pesh 's brows furrowed in confusion .
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`` ankle ? ''
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she laughed before explaining where the nickname came from .
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`` i see .
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so just how old is ankle again ? ''
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`` thirty-four . ''
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`` hmm , '' pesh murmured .
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`` are you younger than that ? ''
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`` older actually .
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i 'm thirty-seven . ''
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damn , he was a lot older than her .
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twelve years to be exact .
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`` did i shock you ? ''
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he asked , with a teasing lilt in his voice .
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she shook her head .
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`` i 'd hardly call thirty-seven old . ''
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`` it 's considerably older than you are , right ? ''
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`` i suppose , '' she lied .
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he grinned at her as he leaned on the table with his elbows .
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`` and just how old are you ? ''
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`` twenty-five-i 'll be twenty-six in a few months . ''
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`` twenty-five going on twenty-six . ''
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`` yes . ''
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`` i must be positively ancient to you . ''
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he held out his hand and examined it .
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`` i might have a liver spot or two . ''
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she smacked his hand playfully .
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`` shut up .
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thirty-seven is not old . ''
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`` see any grey hairs ? ''
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he asked , bending over to where his delicious head of hair was in front of her face .
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her fingers itched to run through the dark strands .
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her mind ran straight to an illicit image of her fingers tugging on his hair as he went down on her , jerking too hard when he sucked and licked her until she came , and then stroking the damp hair back from his forehead as he rose up to cover her body with his .
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she cleared her throat that had run dry .
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`` no , of course not . ''
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he jerked his head up to wink at her .
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