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talking with Angel and Jack. She made her way down the steps and nearly tripped over the last one when Grace met her going into the house.
    “Well! You’re looking like you’re feeling better. You must’ve found the Tylenol 3 okay. How are your stitches?”
    “Oh, they’re fine. Thanks for the Tylenol. It’s helping a lot.”

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    “Oh, you’re welcome. If you don’t mind me saying so, Juliana, you look positively radiant. That wouldn’t have anything to do with your knight in shining armor over there, now would it? Oooh! Now you’re beet red. That must be a resounding yes!”
    “Yes, Miss Nosey , it has everything to do with him.”
    “See? It will all work out if you just give it a chance.”
    “I’ll bet he’s over there planning our getaway.”
    “Are you leaving soon?”
    “Yes, at eight-thirty on the dot, according to Mister Bossy over there.”
    “Well, make sure you get your rest. You look like you could use a few hours of sleep, no offense.”
    “None taken. That’s exactly what he says I’m doing, even if he has to tie me to the bed. His exact words.”
    Grace gasped in delight and glanced over at Ash. He was looking directly at them, grinning. “He did not! He told you that? Oooh! Be bad and see if he’ll actually do it! Then get me details! Here he comes.”
    “Yes, I see that,” Juliana replied as she watched him appreciatively.
    “Mmmm, and he only has eyes for you. I’ll bet he’s been busy making plans.”
    “As long as they involve a bed and at least a little sleep, I’m game.”
    “Thatagirl! Well, give me a hug and say good-bye. By the way, did you know Ash will be moving soon? Jack and his crew will be breaking ground on Angel’s new ranch house. It should be done in the summer. After they get into it, the foreman’s house will be Ash’s, and they plan to do renovations to it, as well.”
    “Good to know. He’ll have a place of his own and more privacy.”
    “He seemed to like the idea of being on his own again when he found out that it would be available soon.”

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    “He was talking to Jack and Angel. I hope he’s not taking time off from work because of me.”
    “If he did, it’s because they understand and don’t mind covering for him. It’s important to him that you’re okay, and I can promise you that any of our men would do the same for Teresa or me. With Angel and Joaquin gone, nothing much is planned for the next few days, and they were all going to be picking up the slack anyway. Hello, Ash.
    Juliana looks like she feels much better. You must have the magic touch.”
    You have no idea. Grace winked at her, and Juliana thought maybe she did.
    Ash glanced at Juliana and grinned roguishly. “You’d have to ask Juliana about that. She looks like she feels better to me, too. I think we’re about ready to go.”
    “See you later,” Grace said. As they turned to go, Juliana glanced back at her friend, and Grace gave her the universal sign for “call me,” thumb to the ear and pinky to the chin, before waving happily at them.
    After saying their farewells, they parted to go to their vehicles.
    Ash pulled his big dually pickup behind her Camaro as she climbed into it and started the engine. Her phone rang inside her purse and she pulled it out to answer it. “Missing me already?”
    “Darlin’, I’ll make that stop at the drugstore on the way through town. You go on to the house. Is there anything else you need?”
    She glanced in the mirror at him. “If you could also pick up some lubricant, that would probably be a good thing.”
    “I’m hard as a fricking rock now. Are you sore?”
    “No, but it would be a good thing to have if you plan on making love to me again.”
    “ If I plan on making love to you again? I plan on making love to you as long and as often as I can. Maybe I better double up on both?”
    She giggled. “I can just see you at the checkout lane with an economy size box of condoms and extra lubricant.”

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