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stomach dove into her feet as she spun around.
    “Hi,” her sexy prey greeted with a warm smile.
    “Hi.” She cleared her throat, then tried again. “Hello. I’m here to finish the work on the sink. But first, I needed to find Anja.”
    He nodded, then tilted his head toward his apartment.
    “She said you’d be coming by. She had to deal with some emergency or other, but she asked me to help you.”
    “Help me?” Bianca breathed. Had she filled him in, convincing him that he wanted to seduce Bianca instead of the other way around? Anja rocked.
    “She left something here for you, said you needed to eat it right away?” He gestured her into the room, his smile intact, his eyes intense.
    Bianca’s smile dimmed. Okay, so Anja didn’t rock as much as she’d hoped. What about the rest of the help? The help Bianca actually needed. Getting into the guy’s apartment wasn’t the point, Bianca’s pipe wrench could do that. Getting in his pants was the goal here.
    Still, one step at a time.
    So she took hers by crossing the threshold, the door swinging shut behind her. Almost as if on its own. She shivered a little, then gave her gorgeous guy a tremulous smile.
    “It’s nice of you to help me out.” She wet her lips, taking in his appearance. “I hope I didn’t interfere with your plans?”
    He was casually dressed, jeans more worn than hers and not nearly as tight. A green tee shirt a few shades darker than his eyes. And that smile. Full lips curved in a friendly smile that did nothing to soften the sharp angles of his face. There was something intimidating about him. An unspoken power that assured her this guy knew what he wanted and made sure he got it.
    Clearly, he was totally out of her league.
    Biting her lip, Bianca glanced toward the safe escape of the door. Then she looked back at the hottie and sighed.
    She missed the towel.
    It’d been much easier to ignore the warning signals when her brain was taken over by lust.
    “My day was wide open, so I was happy to offer my services. I’m not quite sure what I’m actually offering, though.” With a rueful laugh he pushed one hand through his hair, the long strands falling over his fingers. Bianca wanted to touch it, to feel if it was heavy or soft, silky or not.
    But was her interest reciprocated? At least yesterday she’d been able to gauge his reaction to her flirtation attempt by the extension of his towel.
    Her eyes dropped to the front of his jeans and she wet her lips.
    Impressive, but not very telling. Damn that denim.
    “Anja didn’t say anything else?” she asked, not caring that she sounded a little desperate. Hadn’t the other woman offered a subliminal suggestion that he strip naked? Or maybe wave her hand in front of his face, whisper a few magical words that included seduction, Bianca and orgasm central, then snap her fingers to make it so? Or, hell, even a Dude, Bianca’s coming by and she’s hot for you ?
    “Nope, she didn’t say anything.”
    Clearly, Bianca was way off with her witchy expectations.
    “She knocked, hurried in and left this, then ran back out.” Moving into the kitchenette, he gestured to a dome covered glass plate on the counter.
    Moving so fast she almost tripped over her stylish-yet-practical--yes these really are for work—boots, Bianca joined him and lifted the dome.
    A perfect golden crust sprinkled with a glistening dust of sugar was centered in a sweep of raspberry sauce. The rich scent of cinnamon, apples and pastry filled the room, as if an entire batch of turnovers had just been taken from the oven.
    “She did say you might be willing to share, though.”
    For a guy who supposedly had no idea he was in the seduction cross-hairs, he sure had a cautious look on his face. Like a hunter gauging his prey, waiting to pounce.
    She’d like to be pounced on.
    But hey, she had an apple turnover.
    “Anja left this, too.” As if just remembering, he pulled a piece of paper from his back pocket.
    Shivering when