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nother ball game. With each new click and article and tip and suggestion, she’d gotten more interested, wanted more, wanted Drew to act out and explain what she was reading. So much in fact, she’d nearly caved. Had gone to dress for the night three separate times, each time catching sight of her naked butt in the mirror and cringing over the idea of him wanting to stare at it. Never mind her boobs. Or the rest of her spread out before him. And there’d been mention of tasting like she was dessert. Good god, what if she tasted bad . Oh yes, she had Googled “foods to make down there taste better” along with several other phrases.
    Pineapple kept popping up. The last time she’d had pineapple? At least six months ago, if not more. So no, no tasting there .
    “ Nicolette? Honey, everything all right? ”
    Nicolette resisted a groan and cracked the screen door to yell back to Mrs. Baker who was now standing on her porch next door. The woman was sweet and kind and only looking out for her, but not right now. Not during this moment. “I’m fine! Shellie sent me some supper over. Thanks for checking.”
    “ All right honey! ”
    Nicolette pushed the door open wider. “Come in before the whole neighborhood is standing on their porches.”
    He resisted for a moment, but straightened and walked in. He held the dish in the air. “Where do you want this?”
    She sighed and gave in. “Kitchen is to your left. Let me put Clyde out before you open that. At lunch I walked in the kitchen and caught him standing on his hind legs, face buried in my sandwich at the table.”
    She grabbed the big burly dog by his collar and led him to the back. She patted his side. He walked out, but glanced back at her.
    She smiled and whispered. “Trust me, I’d rather be out here with you.”
    She slid the door closed and turned around for the last thing she had planned for the evening. There went her NCIS marathon where she could drool over DiNozzo , alternate between ice cream and popcorn while pretending it was Drew on her TV. It was close enough. They both had dark hair, chiseled good looks, and dreamy eyes.
    Instead, she invited Drew in because her raising said she should serve him sweet tea and pie and visit for the next hour.
    Gawd , she was so pathetic. She dropped her head back. Not kicking him out had nothing to do with manners and everything to do with how he smelled so damn good. She’d been wanting him all day long and now he was here. In this house with her. So tempting. And she still didn’t quite know what to do with him.
    He eased on a wooden barstool at the kitchen island and popped the lid off the container.
    Scents of tomatoes and vegetables and down home goodness hit her. “That smells divine. What is it?”
    “Some kind of casserole, I heard her say. Looks like you got enough here for two.” An eyebrow lifted.
    She sighed and pulled out two plates from the cabinets. This probably wouldn’t be so bad. They’d eat for a while, then he’d leave and she’d regret letting him out the door for the next, oh, seventy-two hours while she hovered back over her keyboard and gobbled up all she was missing out on.
    On a groan, she filled two glasses with tea and pulled a chair out next to him—pulling it away from him a little.
    She lifted her fork. “How was the fencing today?”
    “Long and boring.”
    “Get a lot done?”
    He shrugged. “Got about a hundred fence posts driven in the ground. After the rest of them are set, we’re going to start stringing barbwire.”
    “Sounds hard.”
    “Nothing a little work won’t take care of.”
    “Then you’re going back home?”
    “Yep, but you’ll probably leave first.”
    The food smelled great, but she really wasn’t hungry. Not when all she could think about was how he’d kissed her last night and made love to her and perhaps maybe running away had been a bit rash. Well, that and her plate was covered in tomatoes and garlic and there had been that one article