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Suzanne kicked off Josh’s rehab stay by reciting a list of rules as she made up the futon couch in her living room. “My bedroom is off-limits unless you’re specifically invited.”
Josh smothered a smile. As long as there was a clause in the rules that involved him entering her bedroom, he figured there was a chance. “Got it. Here’s hoping the invitation is pink and smells like roses.”
She made a face at him. He propped himself against the wall and watched her. Ever since she’d shown up in his hospital room, his feelings for her had shifted to something he didn’t recognize. Desire, yes. But something else, too. He felt…touched, even honored, that she was there for him.
Suzanne continued her lecture. “Rule number two. I have sensitive skin and require frequent facial masks. No laughin
