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respected their closeness. But so far there hadn't been any secrets. "There's nothing to know," Kit said.
    "I liked him," Maggie offered. "You two danced well together."
    Kit remembered the dancing, the closeness, and the conversation.
    Eric nudged Maggie. "She's not talking. That means something."
    Maggie scolded, "Don't tease."
    Kit shifted restlessly in her chair, knowing the couple meant well. "Look, you two. Grey's an attractive, intelligent man. But I'm not ready to get involved with anyone. I'm not ready to trust another man."
    "Sometimes being 'ready' doesn't count for much," Maggie said softly.
    Maggie had insisted she wasn't ready for love when Eric walked into her life. Look what had happened between them! Yet despite being sisters, Kit knew she was different from Maggie. She was bossier, more assertive. Not as easy to love. She didn't even know why she was thinking about loving again. She'd just met Grey. Yes, she was attracted to him. But that's all it was — attraction. And apparently he was already involved with someone. No way would she set a foot into that kind of mess.
    Kit stood. "I'd better get going."
    "I didn't mean to chase you away," Eric said.
    "You're not. I have some work to do at home."
    Maggie and Eric exchanged a look that said they didn't believe her. But she did have work to do. And right now work was a better alternative than thinking about the reaction Grey caused within her, let alone analyzing it with her sister and her husband.
    ***
     
    Friday evening, Grey rang Kit's doorbell. Yes, he could have taken the contract to her office. He probably should have. But he didn't want that professional side of Kit to surface again, the one who didn't smile much and talked politely only about business.
    She came to the door, plastering trowel in hand. She'd pushed her hair behind her ears. Perspiration gleamed above her yellow tube top and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. While his body responded to that, his eyes lingered on the red short shorts baring her lovely long legs. The July heat stuck his shirt to his back but Kit's appearance made parts of his body burn and that had nothing to do with the summer temperature.
    "Grey!" She took a step back.
    He lifted the contract in his hand. "I signed on the dotted line."
    "Um, well..." She looked over her shoulder. "I'd invite you in but it's hot as blazes in here. I only have an air conditioner in the bedroom..."
    He gave a quick thought to Kit, in her bedroom, with or without an air conditioner, and focused on the trowel in her hand. "Plastering?"
    "I have a mess where I pried off the wainscoting. I don't see how I can paint or paper over it."
    "Would you like me to take a look?"
    She glanced again at the contract in his hand, then pushed her bangs from her brow. "Why not? I can use all the help I can get."
    Grey breathed a sigh of relief, until that moment not realizing exactly how much he wanted to talk to her. And not about business. He opened the door and followed the sway of her hips. A two foot square floor fan recycled the hot air through the living room. A new overhead light of oak and wrought iron with contemporary globes glowed brightly against the gathering darkness.
    Grey held out the contract. "You might want to put this in a safe place."
    She checked to see if he'd signed and dated it. "Do you have any questions?"
    "It was self-explanatory unless there's fine print I missed."
    A faint smile tilted her lips. "No fine print." She motioned toward the hallway. "I'm going to put this in my briefcase so nothing happens to it."
    Grey watched her go down a short hall and heard a door open. Probably her bedroom. Quickly, returning his attention to the living room, he studied the lower half of the walls. This was an old house, probably about a hundred years old from the style and the looks of the damage. Holes of every shape and size dotted the plaster. She'd patched one wall. He moved closer to examine her work.
    A few moments later, she