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damnation.
    “I’ve got to work.” He turned on his heel and fumbled in his pocket for the keys to the construction trailer. Dylan told himself to ignore the woman and the way she cooed at the cat. She wasn’t his. She wouldn’t be his.
    He needed to keep his hands and his mind off her.
    After a few moments of fumbling, he managed to yank the door open and stepped inside. The shady interior was cool and quiet. He flipped on the lights and sat down at the desk. Today the concrete trucks arrived to pour the footings. He needed to make sure they were a hundred percent ready.
    Ten minutes later, he’d reestablished most of his control. Then the door opened and she stepped in. Followed by the fucking cat.
    He didn’t glance up from the desk. “I’m busy.”
    “You’re still licking the sugar from your fingers. You can’t be that busy.” She sat on the edge of his desk, the curve of her hip within a foot of his hands.
    Damn it.
    “Is there something you want? I’m trying to get a restaurant built.”
    A minute of excruciating silence followed. He made notations on the ledger in front of him, noting he’d need to go back later and actually enter real numbers. Her scent filled the small trailer, the one of cookies, lemon and something fruity. He tried not to breathe through his nose.
    When had he turned into such an idiot?
    “Look, Hannah, we need to get past this.” He finally looked at her.
    She raised both brows and cocked her head. “Past what?” He got to his feet and she reared back. “Damn you’re big.”
    “There’s something here.” He waved his hand back and forth between them. “But it can’t ever be anything, so we need to get past it. This build has to be our priority.”
    “I couldn’t agree more. Besides, there’s nothing here.” She flipped both hands in the air. “You’re imagining things.”
    That pissed him off. “You can lie to yourself, but don’t lie to me.” He stood closer, inches from her, until he breathed in as she breathed out. “There is something, but it can’t be anything.”
    Her pulse fluttered like a hummingbird beneath the delicate skin of her neck. Oh, she was lying through her teeth. “There’s nothing.” Her words were almost a whisper.
    Dylan told himself to move, to walk away, to resist the urge to kiss her. Then she let out a little breath that gusted on his cheek.
    He didn’t remember kissing her, but suddenly his lips were on hers. They were as plump and soft as he imagined. He dove into the warmth of her mouth and lost himself in the sensation. Every small hair on his body stood on end and his dick hardened to blue steel in moments.
    Her scent invaded him, enveloped him, as though nothing existed but Hannah. He wrapped his arms around her. It was like heaven that smelled like cookies and was softer than anything he had ever felt before. He swept into her mouth and their tongues tangled. A sweet, rough dance that he mimicked with his hips, pressing into her softness. In another minute, he’d reach for that spectacular ass—
    Meoooooowww!
    The cat picked that moment to screech as though he was an opera singer. It jumped on his leg, sinking its claws into his flesh. He let go of Hannah, who stumbled backwards, while he slammed into the desk behind him. His hip screamed in pain while his leg was shredded by the crazy feline.
    “What the fucking hell?” He picked up the cat by the scruff of its neck. It meowed again and then hissed at him.
    Hannah regained her balance, although her breath was coming out in frantic puffs. Her cheeks were pink and her lips as red as a raspberry. God, she was gorgeous.
    “Probably thought you were attacking me.” Her voice had deepened to a thicker drawl. Damn, she was sex personified. What the hell had he been thinking kissing her? How was he supposed to look her in the eye now?
    “I think I was.” He opened the door and let the cat down. It put what was left of its tail in the air and disappeared beneath the