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“NO ONE RECOGNIZED you in the hospital?” Stefan shifted in his bed as Penelope put a breakfast tray in front of him.
“If they did, no one said anything.” She removed a napkin from the tray, revealing the breakfast she’d prepared for him. A grilled vegetable frittata, oatmeal, a blueberry muffin, and a fruit smoothie with protein powder. The man had a well-stocked kitchen.
Stefan pushed himself to a seated position. He wore green plaid flannel pajama bottoms, but his chest was bare. It was as firm and well-defined as she’d recalled. He was an absolutely beautiful specimen of a man. After pausing a moment to enjoy the view, she handed him a robe. “You’ve got to be hungry.”
“On several levels,” he said, and gave her a kiss. “I’m not surprised that no one recognized you—or mentioned it.
