When the timer went off, she slipped her hand into the oven mitt, bending over to pull the next tray of cookies out of the oven. It was so nice to have a few days in the house alone! Marcus had flown to Paris two days ago and she’d heard that he wasn’t coming back until tomorrow. She hadn’t slept so well since their first confrontation. It was disturbing to know that the big guy was only a wall away from her. And he disturbed her even in her dreams! The man was a menace! But boy could he kiss! She’d never experienced anything like his kiss from the other men she’d dated. Juliette pushed that thought out of her mind, refusing to let him intrude on her solitude. She might have been able to avoid seeing him over the past few days, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t painfully aware of his presence in the house. She’d finally gotten a good night’s sleep but was now up before the sun was even thinking about rising over the trees.
