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barking at him, but to hear actual concern in her voice? That had to be the reason all these old feelings were resurfacing.
    “I told you I’m fine,” Mason said.
    She grabbed the dishtowel he’d left on the counter and folded it. Then she gently lifted his arm, slid the towel underneath, and placed his arm on it. Mason couldn’t tear his eyes away from her delicate fingers as she handled him with such care.
     She shrugged out of the jacket of the charcoal gray suit she wore and hung it on the back of a chair. Then she put her hands on her hips. “You’re Mr. Responsible, so I know you have a first aid kit somewhere.”
    Resigning himself to the fact that she seemed determined to help him, he nodded toward the walk-in pantry. “Second shelf from the top.”
    She turned toward the pantry and his eyes went straight for her ass. The slim skirt hit just below her knees. The conservative length didn’t show off her legs as much as he would have liked, but the way the material hugged her backside more than made up for it.
    Her body had held a prominent place in his fantasies back when they were in high school, especially during football season, when she ran around town in that sexy cheerleader uniform. It used to hug her petite frame perfectly, flowing just right over her curves.
    He’d come home one weekend, back when he was an undergrad, to find that the squad had switched to uniforms that bared her midriff. Mason had made the trip home every Friday after that, and not because he gave a damn about the football team.
    As she stood up on her toes searching for the first aid kit, the skirt rode up ever so slightly, and the appendage in his lap twitched to life.
     “Oh, you are so busted, Mason Coleman.”
    Mason’s eyes flew to his lap. He looked back up at her just as she turned, holding a pack of Little Debbie brownies.
    “You’ve got jars of protein powder, flax seeds, and all that other healthy crap, but it’s all just a front, isn’t it?”
    “What can I say?” Mason said with a shrug. “I’ve got a weakness for Little Debbie. She knows exactly what it takes to please a man.”
    Jada’s laughter echoed around the kitchen. She brought the box of brownies, along with the first aid kit, back to the table. “If you don’t whine like a baby while I clean those scrapes, you can have a brownie as a reward.”
    His brows lifted.
    “I’m not completely evil,” she said.
    “I never said you were,” Mason replied.
    One corner of her mouth lifted in a grin as she took the seat at a right angle to his. Her normally wavy hair was straight, and falling just past her shoulders. It matched the severe look of the suit.
    “Let’s take a look at this,” she said, reaching for his arm. She inspected the scrape, which still stung to high heaven. “It doesn’t look too bad. I’ve seen worse.”
    “Really? Where?”
    Jada popped open the latch on the first aid kit and took out several packets of wrapped gauze, alcohol wipes, and antibiotic ointment. “Don’t tell anyone this,” she said. “But I’m just a tad bit of a klutz.”
    “Nah, you?” Mason said in feigned surprise. “I had to patch up the hole you made in Kiera’s bedroom wall when you all were trying to learn the dance from that stupid movie, remember?”
    Her brilliant brown eyes lit up with laughter. “Oh my, God. I’d forgotten all about that.”
    “Ouch,” Mason hissed as she dabbed the cut with an alcohol wipe.
    “Sorry,” Jada said. She leaned forward and gently blew his roughed up skin, and the arousal he’d been trying to stave off came roaring back to life. “Better?” she asked.
    He nodded, and after swallowing past the knot of lust wedged in his throat, said, “Much.”
    Neither of them moved as their eyes locked, time suspending for just a moment. There was a charge in the air that traveled along his skin, making it pebble with goose bumps despite the heat coursing through his bloodstream.
    Jada was the first to look away,