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trailer. “Damn cat.”
    “I came to talk to you about the basement.” Hannah’s change of subject made his head spin.
    “The what?”
    “The basement. I noticed the plans had been changed to eliminate it and it looks like it’s only a crawl space.” She straightened her shirt, thrusting out her magnificent breasts. Jesus please us. He told his dick to look the other way.
    “There shouldn’t have been a basement to begin with. The water table is too high. Didn’t you have problems with water coming in?” He stepped outside, needing space away from Hannah.
    “Well, yes, but I need that basement for all the canned goods and storage. You can’t take away the space.” Her voice had risen as she followed him out of the trailer and onto the jobsite.
    Dylan was pleased to see the work progressing and the men focusing on what needed doing. The woman could tempt a saint into sinning.
    “It ain’t happening. Besides the fact you’d have a damp, uninhabitable space, the building department nixed it straight off.” He picked up his pace to leave her behind. Damn sure he wasn’t running away. Nope, no way.
    “You can’t escape from me, Broadway.” She ran up beside him. “I want my basement.”
    Dylan ground to a halt. “You’re not getting it.”
    She stuck out her chin. “Don’t make me fire you.”
    He puffed out a frustrated breath. “We extended out the back of the restaurant ten feet to expand the pantry. You don’t need a basement.”
    “Wait, a larger pantry?” She frowned. “I’d prefer a basement.”
    Dylan pointed to the trailer. “The updated blueprints are in there. Why don’t you take a look at them so you know what you’re talking about instead of making demands?”
    “You don’t need to be an asshole.” She frowned so hard, her eyebrows almost touched.
    “You’re right, I don’t. You’re making me crazy, Harry. Just fucking crazy.” He turned on his heel and fled. There wasn’t any other word to use. Dylan disappeared into the bustle of the job, leaving the distraction, and a pair of cornflower blue eyes, behind.
    Hannah was restless. And horny. And she felt awful about it. She’d kissed Dylan and damn, she’d liked it. A lot. Enough to make her antsy for more.
    That triggered her guilt. A ridiculous thing to suffer from two years after her fiancé died, but there it was. The human heart was a nonsensical organ. She didn’t want to feel again, but she wasn’t going to get her wish.
    She had to find herself in the morass of her emotions or else she might be lost for good. Dylan coming to town was annoying and at the same time, exciting. He was doing a great job on the rebuild, not that she’d tell him that, and she could see the vision of the restaurant in his eyes.
    Hannah wasn’t used to relying on anyone but her family. Now she had this man, a big, sexy, manly man who kissed like a dream but was nothing like Phillip. They couldn’t be more opposite.
    She had to stop thinking about Phillip being anything. He was gone and wouldn’t be back. He was her past and she hadn’t yet taken a step toward the future. He would have held her and murmured sweet things in her ear.
    Dylan would probably slap her ass and tell her to get busy.
    Hannah shook her head to dispel thoughts of men. She laid out the blueprints and sat down to review them. To her surprise, the updates made perfect sense. The deletion of a basement wasn’t what she wanted, but she could visualize the flow of the kitchen. Everything would work and the design of the stations would keep the food compartmentalized and safe.
    Damn.
    She would need to thank him. Hannah didn’t want to. Her pride was almost as big of a problem as her mouth. She sighed and got to her feet. The sun was starting to go down and shadows were creeping into the small trailer.
    As she walked outside, she spotted her cousin Kyle standing beside his sheriff’s car, watching the jobsite with his arms crossed. The biggest of the Blackwood