An Innocent in Paradise by Kate Carlisle Page B

warm and sexy. Shards of sunlight streamed in through the windows illuminating the king-size bed and lending a romantic aura to the scene.
    â€œNo, no,” Grace whispered, taking quick pains to sweep all thoughts related to romantic auras out of her mind. What she and Logan were having was sex. Wild, exciting and passionate, for sure, but not a romance. Romance was for some other couple, not for them. And that was just fine and dandy with Grace. She could be as sophisticated as the next girl, right? So she vowed to be perfectly happy and enjoy her time with Logan for as long as it lasted.
    And once she was back in Minnesota, whenever she found herself feeling a little bit lonely, she would be able to look back at these moments with him and remember this time as the most thrilling of her life.
    Not everyone could say they’d had such a time. She was lucky. And happy.
    She took one more glance at Logan, then tiptoed to the bathroom. Staring at herself in the mirror, she gave herself a little squeeze because she felt so wonderful. She’d never guessed that sex could be so… Well, now she totally understood why the spores did it every morning like clockwork.
    She finished freshening up, then quietly opened the bathroom door. And shrieked.
    â€œNot staying for coffee?” Logan said casually, as he stood there waiting for her. He wore a gorgeous smile, but otherwise, he was completely naked.
    She scurried backward and yanked a bath towel off the rack to wrap around herself. Naked in the middle of the night while she was wrapped around him was one thing. Naked while standing in the morning sunlight having aconversation was something else altogether. “I didn’t think you’d… Well, good morning.”
    â€œGood morning to you,” he said, still grinning. “You do know I saw your naked body all night long, Grace.”
    â€œThat was different,” she said, clutching the towel in a death grip. “Now it’s…it’s morning.” She almost groaned. So smart, yet, oh, so lame.
    â€œYes, it is,” he said agreeably. “I ordered coffee and breakfast. No need to rush off.”
    â€œOh, thank you. But I should…” She had no idea how to complete that sentence. Her lack of knowledge when it came to sexual etiquette was disheartening.
    â€œStay,” he said, settling the matter. He walked past her into the bathroom. “I’ll be right out.”
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    They had breakfast on his private terrace. He’d ordered eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and toast for both of them, along with a variety of pastries, juice and coffee.
    Grace knew she wouldn’t be able to eat half of the food on her plate, but took a bite of egg and a sip of coffee.
    One half hour later, her plate was empty and Logan was pouring her another cup of coffee.
    â€œI guess I was hungry,” she said, as she stirred a teaspoon of cream into her coffee. Logan had graciously loaned her his bathrobe so she would feel more comfortable.
    He stretched back in his chair. “It’s refreshing to be with a woman who enjoys eating as much as you do.”
    â€œI take it you haven’t been up to Minnesota lately,” Grace said wryly. She popped the last bite of toast into her mouth and dabbed her lips with her napkin.
    He laughed. “You’re right…I haven’t.”
    â€œWe have to eat to stay alive up there,” she explained. “And we live by those words. Minnesotans believe youneed an extra layer of body fat or two, just to keep warm through the long winters.”
    â€œAh.” He leaned closer, untied her bathrobe and skimmed his fingers across her stomach, causing a shiver of excitement to race through her like lightning. “But you don’t have an extra layer of body fat on you, Grace.”
    â€œI…I suppose I work it off in the lab.” She wished she could drag him back to bed right then. But, once again, she had no idea