"I'm sure it will pa.s.s."

She frowned. "I hope you're not spiking another fever."

He glanced at the deep V exposed by the oversize robe. "I'm sure that's not it."

She was so intent on his condition, she didn't notice she was flashing him. He wasn't sure if he should be pleased or insulted. While he appreciated the concern, no man wanted to be considered as s.e.xually interesting as a eunuch.

"How did you end up on the floor?" she asked.

He'd almost forgotten the circ.u.mstances that had brought Holly rushing to his side. He rubbed his temple as he tried to remember. "I heard a noise."

"What was it?"

"I can't remember. I was asleep and something woke me. I got up to see what it was."

"Maybe you were dreaming."

"Maybe." He stared at her for a moment, for the first time really taking in the oversize robe and her wet hair. He reached out and fingered a damp strand. "What have you been up to?"

Holly blushed, then turned her head away. "I, ah, was sort of using your shower. I hope you don't mind."

He wanted to say she could use it anytime, but only on the condition he got to watch. Though he figured she wouldn't know he was kidding. Then he realized he wasn't kidding. Had it been that long since he'd been with a woman, or was it specifically that Holly Garrett intrigued him?

Dangerous question, Haynes, he told himself, and decided to ignore it.

"I don't mind," he said. "Is there a problem with the plumbing at your new apartment?"

She drew in a deep breath. The edges of the robe trembled slightly but didn't part any more. Staring at them was s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up his concentration, so he lowered his gaze to her lap, where she rested her hands.

"Plumbing? Oh!" She seemed to realize how she was dressed. She touched her wet hair, then pulled the collar of the robe together and held it tight. "I, um, I don't really have an apartment."

He drew his eyebrows together and stared at her. "Where are you living?"

"At the shop." She gave him a quick smile. "It's really very nice. There's plenty of furniture. Some of the sofas are very comfy. I have a sleeping bag, a hot plate and a small refrigerator. There's even a bathroom, but it doesn't have a shower. So I asked Louise if it was all right for me to use the shower here. You were sleeping, or I would have asked you."

"You can't live there," he said.

"Why not? It's perfectly safe. I didn't have renter's insurance, and right now I can't afford to replace everything I lost, let alone come up with first and last months' rent. But right after the holidays everything should be fine. It's only for a few weeks."

She was talking quickly, and he wondered if it was to cover her nervousness. He figured it was. Now that she was no longer acting as his nurse, she was shy and embarra.s.sed.

As he watched, the fingers at her collar tightened. "Go get dressed," he said gruffly, then closed his eyes as she scurried from the room.

When she was gone, he raised his arm to cover his eyes. He didn't want to think about Holly Garrett living alone in her store. After six the shopping district was deserted. She could get into trouble, and no one would be around to call for help. To make matters worse, thinking about her living there made him think about her not having access to a shower and instead using his.

She'd been so soft and tempting in his robe. His mind filled with a hundred different ways he could take them both to breathlessness and back. But he wasn't going to act on any of them. He was too old and cynical for a woman like her.

For a moment a flicker of regret raced through him. Regret for all he'd never experienced and for all he would never have. If he were someone else, if circ.u.mstances were different, he could pursue his interest in Holly. He could woo her slowly, risk caring about her and being cared about in return.

A fantasy, he told himself, even as he acknowledged the fantasy was a h.e.l.l of a lot better than reality. It wasn't that he didn't believe in love; he just didn't like the consequences.

Seconds later the noise that had awakened him returned. It was a low-pitched yowl. Before he could make up his mind about the risk of trying to get out of bed again, Holly returned carrying a large gray cat.

He eyed the beast distastefully. He recognized the face. That cat was responsible for him being laid up. He thought about grabbing the creature and expressing his feelings, but in his weakened condition he didn't dare. The cat stared back at him, dislike gleaming from its bright green eyes. He figured the cat had gotten the best of him once, and that had been while he was healthy. G.o.d knows what it could do to him now.

Holly shifted the ma.s.sive feline in her arms and smiled. "This is Mistletoe. Mistletoe, this is the brave man who saved your life."

Man and cat glared at each other. Neither was impressed.

"Mistletoe is a pedigreed Persian," Holly said, then set the animal on the floor. "I hope you don't mind that I brought her over. She's very special to me."

At the sound of her name, the cat glanced up at Holly, then purred and rubbed against her legs. When the feline completed the circle, she looked at Jordan and flattened her ears.

He stared back. "She's pretty fat."

"She's pregnant."

He had a moment of guilt for thinking evil thoughts about an expectant mother, then realized Mistletoe would probably pa.s.s her bad temper on to her offspring.

"I don't like to leave her alone at night," Holly said. "She's very well behaved. She won't be any trouble."

"Yeah, right," he muttered.

Holly picked up the cat and walked toward the bed. "Maybe you should pet her and get acquainted."

Mistletoe began to squirm. Holly set her on the foot of the bed. The cat glared at him. He glared back. She arched her back, gave a sharp pftt, then jumped down and stalked away.

Holly stared after her. "I don't understand. She's really very sweet and loves everyone."

"Uh-huh," Jordan said, knowing he'd just been insulted by a twenty-pound monster.

"I'm sure she'll adore you once she gets to know you." Mistletoe had already sent him off the balcony of a building. He would hate to see what the cat was capable of when she put her mind to something.

Holly curled up in the chair Louise had brought into Jordan's temporary bedroom. The overhead light was off. The only illumination came from two floor lamps in opposite corners.

Jordan sat up in bed with the sheet bunched around his waist. They'd finished dinner and were sipping coffee. Holly was pleased with how far she'd come. Despite being in the same room with a good-looking man and his handsome chest, she was able to talk like a normal person. Definitely an improvement over the first day. Jordan still had the power to make her blush, but that was getting better, too.

She studied his face and eyes, searching for signs of fever or pain. "How do you feel?"

"That's the third time you've asked me, Holly. I'm fine." Then he smiled.

She bit back a sigh. Okay, she was able to survive the bare chest and witty conversation, but the smile... That smile could still reduce her legs to the consistency of whipped cream. She leaned forward and set her coffee mug on the nightstand before she did something stupid like dropping it.

"I'm concerned about that fever coming back." She rose to her feet and leaned over the bed. She touched his forehead, then his cheeks. "You're cool to the touch."

"You do that very well." He raised his eyebrows. "Lots of practice?"