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both liked theirs black.
    They stood awkwardly, leaning against the counters, sipping from their cups. She
    looked anywhere but at him, certain she’d betray her thoughts if their gazes connected.
    Memories of how he’d held her while she orgasmed, simmered at the surface of her
    thoughts. Never had she been so at a loss for words. She was aware of every move he
    made, of the smell of his aftershave and the way he too avoided looking directly at her.
    Perhaps he regretted their intimacy.
    Her stomach sinking, she realized she’d been hoping for more all along—more of
    his kisses, more of the sexy rumble of his voice as he’d coaxed her into opening to him.
    She wanted to know the sensation of his mouth on her breasts and his cock thrusting
    inside her.
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    Delilah Devlin
    She’d dressed especially for him this morning. The soft pink T-shirt a deliberately
    feminine choice. Tucked into the waist of an ancient pair of faded blue jeans, the T-shirt
    clung to the curves of her breasts.
    When she’d dressed that morning, she’d called herself every kind of fool, worrying
    about what she wore and wondering if he’d approve of what he saw. She’d been too
    bold, dispensing with her bra for the day.
    Earlier, she’d reasoned the heat would make wearing one unbearable. A glance in
    the mirror that morning had assured her the T-shirt didn’t fit too snugly.
    Unfortunately, she hadn’t taken into consideration her reaction to this man. While
    she held her breath, trying to think of a way to break the uncomfortable silence, her
    nipples drew tight, the points visible beneath the fabric. Embarrassed, she hunched her
    shoulders and plucked at the fabric to ease the fit. Glancing up, she caught him before
    he could avert his gaze from her chest.
    Fascinated by his reaction, she watched him cross and uncross his legs, and then
    take a long swallow of his coffee. His eyes teared up, and she guessed he’d burned his
    tongue.
    She pressed her lips together to suppress a feline smile of triumph. He’d noticed the
    tips straining against her T-shirt and his gaze had clung—and he was bothered.
    The blush on his cheeks as he grimaced through another sip of the scalding coffee
    somehow reassured her. His reticence pleased her.
    He set down his cup on the counter. “I better get started outside, ma’am.”
    “ Mr. Bodine ?” she said, keeping her voice soft.
    “Yes, ma’am?”
    She raised her gaze to his. “Don’t you think it’s a little silly for us to be so formal?
    Please call me Katelyn.”
    He released a long breath and nodded solemnly. “And I’d be pleased if you’d call
    me Daniel.” Without waiting for a response, he went out the back door.
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    His haste to get away had her grinning.
    Katelyn went to work as well. The previous two days she’d managed to unpack the
    last of the boxes, but there was still a lot of a lot of cleaning to do. The windows alone
    would likely take the whole weekend. They were so covered with dirt and grime and
    many wouldn’t open.
    Gathering her cleaning supplies, she headed outside to begin her self-assigned task.
    She didn’t question why she needed to start on the exterior of the windows. She was
    resigned to the fact she needed to be near her handsome handyman.
    All morning long, she savored her awareness of his presence as they both labored.
    Midday, she saw him pause to wipe a hand across his forehead. His damp shirt stuck to
    his broad back. She put down her scrub brush and realized she was just as soaked with
    sweat. She went into the house, enjoying the blast of cool air, and hastily poured two
    tall glasses of iced tea.
    Carrying one in each hand, she went out to the porch. “Daniel, would you like a
    glass of tea?” She held out a glass to him and he stood to accept it. Once again, she was
    intensely aware of the height and breadth of the man. Her breath caught.
    “Thanks, I could use a break. The heat’s a killer today.”
    Murmuring her agreement,