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ground next to the scaffolding. “You got it,” he said, grabbing the first rung.
    “Thanks.”
    As she watched Caleb climb to the top, Kennedy heard Zach’s V-rod’s distinctive roar. Her lungs expanded, pressed against her ribs. She exhaled and each molecule of frustration streamed through her lips atom by excruciating atom. Zach would ride out his frustration alone. He’d burn off his energy with the power of steel and machine.
    Her? She’d have to channel her unfulfilled desires into selecting color palettes and discussing new carpeting. She sighed and headed inside the lodge to wait for the designer.

Chapter Four
    Unfortunately, three hours of redecorating discussions hadn’t doused Kennedy’s internal flames. She couldn’t stop thinking about Zach’s caress and the sweep of his hand on her leg, the way he’d kissed her calluses. The way he’d made her belly flutter and fill with need, the intensity coiling low and deep.
    After he’d returned and the crew had clocked out, she’d wondered if he’d look for her, tease her about what had transpired up on the roof. But he’d avoided her. Good enough, she told herself as she tucked into bed. Another heated encounter with Zach could lead to more fire. Fire they’d once stoked into passionate lovemaking. And she couldn’t yield to her body’s traitorous desire and risk exposing her heart because Zach couldn’t accept that not all problems were fixable. Not five years ago when she’d lost their baby and not now.
    Zach’s reaction to Michael’s grim prognosis was all the proof she needed to strengthen her resolve. If only the force of Zach’s will could change reality, but it couldn’t. She’d accepted that bitter truth years ago.
    But still she yearned.
    By midnight, still awake and reading a book, Kennedy heard Zach’s door open and close. He’d probably decided to hunt for food in the kitchen. Her own stomach clenched painfully. Her handful of nuts and candy corn had evaporated hours ago. She waited, breathless, for the sound of Zach’s return. Then she’d sneak to the pantry and grab some food.
    Five minutes stretched into ten. Ten to twenty.
    Finally, her tummy griped loudly and squeezed. She twisted out of her covers. She’d make a ham and cheese sandwich, grab a soda, and eat in her room.
    Tying her robe, she slipped her feet into a pair of silver flip-flops. Kennedy clippety-clapped to the lobby and to the kitchen, then peeked inside.
    The hazel and tan speckled granite counters gleamed under the square florescent light. Soon brand new industrial stainless steel appliances would replace the tired, dented, and outdated fridges and ovens.
    Zach stood by the new center island, which he’d covered with the fixings for a deli sandwich. A pair of drawstring pants hugged his bottom, a tight V-neck shirt caressed his muscular chest, and a pair of mocs covered his bare feet. His casual outfit reminded her of other weekends when she’d discovered him noshing at midnight.
    Something inside her heart twisted. The memory of watching him make similar sandwiches surfaced. Sandwiches on bread she’d often purchased at the local bakery. Then they’d taken their picnics to the hot springs on their days off.
    She swallowed. Hard. Memory or not, she’d disappear—she couldn’t go inside the kitchen. Not when she wanted so much more than a sandwich and a soda. Her rebellious stomach growled, and his head snapped her way.
    He locked his cocoa-colored eyes onto hers. “Hungry?”
    The food looked mouthwatering, but Zach looked even more temptingly edible.
    How she longed to run her hands through his sleep-tousled hair. She so wanted to walk behind him, wrap her arms around his waist, kiss the back of his neck. What would it feel like to have him return her caresses after all these years? To have that casual intimacy?
    In years past, they’d forget the food and feed a more interesting hunger, which always began with a sensual, promising kiss.
    “I’ll