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squirmed. As he turned toward the boy, she perused the way Thomas’s snug jeans hugged his lean waist, and the way his t-shirt clung to his sturdy chest.
    “I didn’t do it, Pa. I swear!”
    He turned back to Angel. “My son didn’t do it.”
    “I saw him do it!”
    “If he says he didn’t do it, then he didn’t. My children don’t lie.”
    “Every child lies once in awhile,” she told him, trying to give the boy a way out and admit he was wrong.
    “Not mine,” he said. “And if you’re so fast to complain about being hurt, I must mention that I saw you stop your van not four feet from my youngest son last night.”
    Angel suddenly felt horrible. Here she was complaining about a rock when her own actions were worse, even if they weren’t intentional.
    “Well, he was standing in the middle of a dark road.”
    “I warn you, Ms. DeMitri, stay off my land. C’mon, Josh.” He motioned to the boy and they took off into the woods.
    “Wait! I want to talk to you.”
    “Save your breath,” she heard him call. “I don’t talk to outsiders.”
    She shook her head and watched them disappear into the brush. She hadn’t handled this well at all. She had meant to apologize for almost hitting his son with her car last night, but for some reason she’d started defending herself instead. Probably not unlike the way his son was thinking.
    But there was a problem here. The boy had lied. She couldn’t mistake that little face and scraggly brown hair. He’d been the boy who threw the rock, but his father defended him. And then Mr. Taylor had warned her to stay off his land. Not a good start to her report. Not a good start at all.
    She turned around to go back to the Bed and Breakfast. She’d just have to try to talk to Thomas Taylor again later.
     
    Thomas watched Angeline DeMitri jog back down his road, thinking she looked ridiculous in her designer slacks and silk blouse out here in the woods. At least she’d had the sense to wear running shoes.
    “Go on back to the house, Josh. I’ll be along soon.”
    “Yes, Pa.”
    He followed her, having the feeling she was another one of those nosey reporters. He walked silently through the woods, even though he was wearing his work boots. Still, it didn’t matter if he did make noise, she didn’t seem to notice. She was definitely from the city.
    Sure enough, just as he suspected, she meant to snoop. She veered off into his woods instead of heeding his warning. She’d made so much noise stomping through the underbrush that it almost brought a grin to his face. If she thought she was pulling something over on him, she was sadly mistaken.
    He followed her to the swamp, one of his favorite places. He felt it his private place to sit and think, and almost regretted she’d stumbled upon it. She looked at it aimlessly, not even noticing the tree house up above her that he’d built for the boys. If she was a deer in hunting season, she’d already be dead.
    She turned and looked around the forest, and he knew she was lost. She looked worried, brushing her blond locks from her eyes and finally pausing for a moment to tie her shoe. She lifted her foot atop a rotten log and bent over. Her dress pants rounded her cheeks and gave him a good view of her figure. Then she stood up and fussed with her hair. The day was getting muggy already and she removed her silk shirt and tied it around her waist, exposing the jogging bra underneath. The moisture made it stick to her chest, showing off her nicely rounded swells beneath.
    She pulled her long hair back tightly, fastening it with a tie of some sort she’d taken from her pocket. Her top pulled taut against her breasts and his gaze fastened on her nipples slightly outlined beneath. Thomas cursed under his breath at the way his lower body stiffened just by looking at her. It had been two years since he’d lain with a woman.
    After he’d found out Fawn was cheating on him, he’d stopped having intercourse with her. He had doubts