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Gabrielle squats by the nightstand and rummages through the drawers as she talks to Andrea. A long, dark shadow falls over her and she drops the phone with shock. Then she leaps to her feet and turns to face the tall man. He’s just gotten out of the shower and his flaxen hair drips water. The droplets fall down his handsome face, and trail down his tanned and muscled chest. Then they continue to slide downward. He’s completely naked and hasn’t even wrapped a towel around his waist. Gabrielle tries not to look down. “I—I—I didn’t,” Gabrielle stammers. “Shut up,” the man says. His voice is rich and deep and distinctly male. The very air seems to vibrate when he speaks. “Why are you naked?” Gabrielle asks, fighting the urge to look below his waist. “Do I need to remind you that you’re th