Wanted by Her Lost Love

around her plate until restlessness forced her to herfeet.Wandering aimlessly back into the living room,she stopped in front of the large window offering aview of the Manhattan skyline.“You shouldn’t be on your feet,” Ryan said frombehind her.She sighed and turned around, shocked to seehim in just a towel. She swiveled back to the window,but the image burned in her eyes. His broad chestrippled with well-defined muscles and his leanabdomen was sculpted like a fine work of art. Sheused to spend hours exploring the dips and curves ofhis body.“I’m sorry if I embarrassed you,” he said in a lowvoice. “I guess I didn’t give it a thought consideringour past relationship.”She had the ridiculous urge to laugh. Embarrassher? The only embarrassing thing was how her mindwas currently wandering way below the makeshiftwaistline of his towel.And of course, in his arrogance, he would assume—considering the “nature of their relationship”—thathe could cavort about in the nude.