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out of the greasy pan. For the first time in a long time, Keesha felt completely sated, physically and mentally. Without thinking much of it, she curled her legs under her on the couch and leant on Battle, resting her head on his shoulder. He put his arm around her and pulled her close, squeezing her a little. It felt damn good.
    They talked all night, and it still wasn’t enough.
     

CHAPTER SEVEN
    Keesha
     
    Keesha wasn’t sure when she’d last taken a vacation. Unless half a day hanging out at Starbucks, furiously writing briefs for her boss counted (it probably didn’t). Anyway, it felt weird, and she wasn’t entirely sure what to do with herself.
    Her feet swayed back and forth, tailgating in the back of Battle’s truck. They’d been out in the woods for a few hours now and, as much as Keesha was appreciating the somewhat cool Idaho sun, she was becoming more and more easily distracted. It wasn’t hard to understand why – Battle had, yet again, been without a shirt for a good hour or so.
    She’d become very adept at memorizing his body. So much so that she could barely deal with not having it against her at every moment. Whenever Battle swung that heavy ax of his, the muscles on his back tensed and coiled, taunting her. He’d offered that she could stay at his place and relax, but she’d preferred going with him for the day and seeing what he did for work. Keesha had to admit that she was not regretting the decision – at all.
    “So what should I call you?” Keesha yelled to him as Battle was inspecting a tree he’d cut down.
    “What do you mean?” he asked, looking up.
    Dammit, he was so adorable with his hardhat and safety goggles. She just wanted to eat him up. Purest form of torture – being close to that kind of a man and not knowing what he really felt like. He was a painful reminder of how long she’d been single and how she hadn’t had a real man in even longer. And by real, she meant one that could give her a run for her money. Battle definitely looked like he could.
    And should , she added silently.
    “I mean, are you a lumberjack? Or are you something fancier, like a Tree Felling Senior Technician?” she asked, smiling cheekily.
    Okay, it wasn’t her best material, but she was getting kind of bored and needed some Battle in her life. Might as well go on the offensive. A girl’s gotta get what a girl needs, right? Battle stopped, straightening up. A smirk curved his lips and he looked even more devastatingly hot – unfair. He leant on the handle of his ax, the blade squarely stuck in the timber.
    “Well, I jack lumber, don’t I? As such, I am a lumberjack.”
    There was something inherently dirty about the way he said he jacked lumber. Coming from anyone else, it would have made her giggle, but now it just made her lick her lips in heated expectation.
    “And do you like your work?” Keesha continued, trying her best to ignore the pooling heat between her legs that urged her to go and climb him like a tree.
    Battle shrugged, walking over to her. Yes! Her body tensed in anticipation. They’d talked the whole night until she’d finally nodded off. Hadn’t done so much as even kiss, but it wasn’t a big deal. He’d given her time to feel comfortable around him and she certainly did now. So much so that the lack of a building to hide in in their near vicinity didn’t seem like any reason to not have some fun. It felt good, being bad.
    “I do. I’ve always liked working with my hands,” he said, stopping in front of Keesha.
    I can think of a few things you could work with your hands , she thought, blushing a little at the banality of it all.
    His thick, muscled torso tucked into a V that disappeared under his belt. She had to fight with herself to keep from pulling him into her and undoing the belt without further ado. He probably wouldn’t mind, but could she look at herself in the mirror later? Probably. When in Idaho, right? Still, she hesitated a little, marinating in her