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could dig you up and
scream at you for this! Ryan McNamara was standing in what
she’d decided would be her new bedroom, asking to become her
contractor. He looked so utterly devastated and so completely sexy
that it broke her heart all over again.
    My God, how had she forgotten the way his
eyes always revealed the storm in his soul? His enviably long
eyelashes lifted in slowly timed blinks as if he didn’t want to
stop looking at her. Muscles rippled out from under the thin,
white, t-shirt he was wearing, and the toolbelt slung low on his
waist had the makings of some kind of delicious fantasy. The kind
she often had lying in her bed at night with her favorite vibrator
in hand.
    “I’m an idiot for even asking, and I swear I
wouldn’t, but I’m desperate, Sienna. If you want to hear all of the
shit that has become my life, I’ll tell you, but you don’t owe me
anything. I don’t deserve a job or even a conversation with you.
I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t know you’d bought this place.”
    “I didn’t.” She took one step closer, and
Ryan’s heart threatened to burst from his ribcage. He drew a ragged
breath and willed that damn gown to disappear. “Uh, I mean, Nana
left it to me. I had to stop my mom from selling it out from under
me, and pay the taxes and stuff, but I kind of wanted to open the
Inn again. I do need a contractor.” That information didn’t seem to
make her very happy.
    “Yeah, I know, but I’m sure you don’t want it
to be me.” An uncomfortable silence drowned the heat that sizzled
between them.
    “Well,” Sienna shrugged and called herself an
idiot of epic proportion. He just looked so desperate. “I did kind
want it to be someone I know.” Confusion was the only real emotion
she could locate.
    “Why were you screaming?” finally blurted
from his extremely sexy lips.
    “Oh.” She tried to chuckle but didn’t quite
hit the mark. “Uh, no hot water. I can’t get the water heater to
start. It’s freezing. I hate to be cold.”
    “Yeah, I know.” His voice seemed to catch in
his throat, but the memories were playing in his eyes. An entire
symphony of recollections formed throughout Ryan’s body. The way
her sweet lips tasted composed its memory on his tongue. Holding
her against him until she stopped shivering when she got out of the
ocean heated his chest and made his biceps flex of their own
accord. Thankfully, the tool belt did a decent job of hiding the
fact that his cock still hadn’t let him forget the stunning imagery
of her in nothing but a half towel.
    He had to get out of that bedroom. She had to
get dressed. It sounded like she might be willing to give him a
chance, but he had to keep his libido in check, no matter how
mighty the task of that might be. “I could go check that water
heater for you. If it’s shot, I can get you one in town and install
it today. No problem.” He hoped against hope.
    Okay, Sienna, Ryan is here, looking
devastatingly gorgeous and offering you hot water. The
temptations were more than she was certain she could turn down.
What on earth had just happened? How was Ryan McNamara back at
Gypsy Beach, and could she possibly be stupid enough to consider
offering him the job? He’d broken her heart. She hadn’t even heard
from him in ten years. Even when he’d abruptly stopped calling,
she’d ridiculously driven to Gypsy Beach after graduation, certain
that somehow he would show up and they would be together forever.
With another quick glance around the room, with its loosened,
bubbled carpeting and peeling paint, knowledge that she couldn’t
fix up the Inn on her own took center stage in her mind.
    You will not under any circumstances fall
for him again, nor will you sleep with him. This will be a
professional relationship. He was always really good with those
hands.
    Her gaze drifted to his substantial hands.
They did look a little callused; maybe he did really open a
construction company. She couldn’t fathom his parents ever