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up against her and purring in delight. She stroked his massive underbelly and made a tsking sound.
    “You know, Abra, maybe you should come on one of my runs. It wouldn’t hurt you to shed a few pounds.”
    With that he hissed and hopped up onto her windowsill, where he gave her his back and proceeded to groom himself.
    Candace laughed at his ornery behavior. “You really are a strange kitty.” Paying him no more attention, she went back to painting. Day bled into night as Candace completed the walls and cleaned up her supplies. The grumbling of her stomach told her it was dinnertime.
    When she heard loud banging noises coming from Lindsay’s room, she thought about investigating, but Anna popped her head in, her cheeks flushed, her big blue eyes wide and glossy.
    “You okay?” Candace asked and furrowed her brow in concern.
    “Fine, just wanted to let you know I can’t meet up for dinner after all. Looks like we’ll be working well into the night.”
    Candace frowned. Lindsay had been unable to join them for lunch and she could only assume she was still too busy to quit for the night. “Is your project going okay? Do you need help?”
    “No,” Anna rushed out. “We’re right on schedule. But my masonry guy doesn’t want to leave smack-dab in the middle of the…job.”
    Okay, so why did she pause before saying job ? What exactly was going on in there anyway? Not that it was any of Candace’s business. After all, she’d broken the pact. Or had she? Did oral sex count as breaking the pact? Nah, she didn’t think so. She’d simply dented it. Only full-blown intercourse counted as breaking it, right?
    And if she’d gone so far as to dent it…
    “Will you be driving home tonight?” Anna asked.
    “Yeah, why? Do you want me to wait and give you a lift?”
    “No, I just wouldn’t want to keep you up with any noise next door. Laying brick can get noisy.”
    “No worries, I’m heading home.”
    “I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, a twinkle in her eye as she disappeared. Feeling fatigued, Candace carried her brushes to the washtub on the main level, off the laundry area, and rinsed them out. Once her task was complete, she pulled off her coveralls, hopped into a warm shower and washed herself up before heading back to the room to climb into a fresh pair of clothes, which she always brought with her when there was a possibility of staying overnight on a job. She moved through the old inn in search of Pamina but when she couldn’t find her, she stepped out into the night.
    A refreshing burst of cool evening air brushed over her, giving her a second wind, and her eyes went from Marc’s van to the track and back to his van again. There was nothing she liked better than a brisk run after sunset, then maybe she’d grab something to eat.
    She wondered if Marc was interested in eating with her…
     
    Marc paced in his van with half of his brain kicking his ass for his stupidity at the lake and the other half unable to stop thinking about the way Candace had felt in his arms or tasted on his tongue. Wincing, he threw himself into his small desk chair and ran his hands through his hair, noting that the erotic scent of her still lingered on his skin. Jesus…
    Restless in his wobbly seat, he moved from side to side and turned on his security monitors. Apprehension moved through him as he zeroed in on the camera overlooking the lake. Son of a bitch! He’d been so caught up in the moment he’d forgotten the camera had been on them, recording their every salacious action. He held his hand over the delete button, knowing he had to remove any evidence of them together, but then suddenly, he couldn’t seem to bring himself to do it just yet. Perhaps a quick look, purely for research purposes, he assured himself, to confirm that the cameras were in working order before he deleted the entire file. He hit the rewind button, taking it back to the exact time he’d jumped into the water.
    The erotic sight of him