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get from one air-conditioned building to another. The heat wave that had Summersville in its grip showed no signs of abating any time soon, and after six days of the thermometer easily topping one hundred degrees, her temper was beginning to fray.
    She hitched her purse higher over her shoulder as she headed toward the elevator, her sensible pumps tapping an impatient rhythm on the tiled floor. Her only goal now was to get out of her cream-colored linen suit and into a pair of shorts and a tank top. It was only six o’clock in the evening and the sun still had almost three hours before it would go down. Her plan for the evening was to sip lemonade while lying in front of her air conditioner.
    With a muted ding, the elevator door slid open and Emma pulled back the metal gate and stepped inside. She secured the gate and the door was almost closed when she heard a familiar voice yell, “Hold the door!” She stabbed her finger on the button and the door slid open again. Tucker yanked the gate back and stepped into the cramped confines of the elevator with her.
    If she hadn’t already been hot, she most certainly was now. Tucker was six feet of prime male and filled the small elevator with his sheer masculine presence. Emma licked her suddenly dry lips.
    Soulful green eyes, high cheekbones, and full lips gave his face a slightly exotic yet sensual appearance. His short black hair stood up in spikes on top, just daring a woman to smooth it down. Emma curled her fingers around her mail to keep herself from giving into temptation. She knew exactly how his hair would feel flowing between her fingers.
    His body was hard. Everywhere. Tucker’s shoulders strained the seams of his faded denim work shirt, which hung open enough to reveal a skintight tank top stretched over a hard six-pack. His tight jeans emphasized the muscles in his thighs and cupped his tight bottom. In spite of her intentions to stay far away from him, she found herself drawn to him whenever they were together. And unfortunately, unlike most men, Tucker just seemed to get better with time and familiarity.
    His lips were quirked up in a half smile and Emma realized that not only had she been standing there staring at him like an idiot, but her finger was still pressing the Hold button. She had no idea when he’d closed the gate, but it was shut tight, and he was patiently waiting for her to select the right button since she was standing in front of the only control panel. She could feel the heat of embarrassment creeping up her face and quickly hit the button that would take them to the fifth floor.
    “Hot day, isn’t it?” She couldn’t believe she’d asked such an inane question, and she felt her already red cheeks flush even more. To cover her discomfort she turned her attention back to the envelopes in her hands. Pay attention to your male. No, mail, she scolded herself.
    “Hot is the right word.” Emma shivered as his low, husky voice washed over her. Glancing up, she swallowed past the lump in her throat when she saw the passionate gleam in his eyes as they skimmed up and down her body before stopping to linger on her legs.
    She knew she was way out of her league with Tucker. She’d always been drawn to quieter, low-key guys. Maybe that had been a mistake. She had no idea how to handle a man like Tucker. He made her very aware that she’d been without male companionship for quite a while now. Two months to be exact. She hadn’t been on a single date since their last fateful one, and the looks he was giving her were making her feel feverish and bothered.
    Why, oh why, of all days, did he have to end up sharing the elevator with her? As it was, she’d had a hard enough time concentrating at work after the episode with the painting and the subsequent memories it had stirred up.
    Nothing had ever distracted her from her work before Tucker.
    “Damn,” she muttered before she could stop herself.
    “Problem?” His deep voice rumbled close to her ear,