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and not just because of his ties to her family.
    “Why’d you recommend me to Tom for this job, anyway?” she asked as he pulled into the driveway of the two-story beige stucco house.
    “He wanted someone in the area, someone we trusted and could work with, one with your qualifications and service record.” She was the first person he’d thought of.
    She looked away to stare out her window as he killed the engine. “I’m glad you trust me that much.”
    He frowned. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Of course he trusted her. “Come on. Let’s get you squared away.”
    He found Hunter at the kitchen table working on his laptop. Hunt stood when he saw Jordyn, and Blake caught the flash of surprise on the man’s hard face. “This is Jordyn Bridger. She’s interviewing with Tom in the morning. Jordyn, Hunter Phillips, our team leader.”
    Hunter stuck out his hand and shook Jordyn’s. “Nice to meet you.”
    “You too,” she answered, withdrawing her hand to run her fingers through her short cap of hair. “Sorry about just showing up here like this. Blake kind of sprung that on me at the last second.”
    “No problem.” Hunter turned his light brown gaze on Blake, clear amusement there. “Okay, now I get it.”
    “Get what?” Jordyn asked with a frown, glancing back and forth between them
    “Nothing,” Blake answered, and grabbed her duffel. “You can take my room upstairs.” He turned and walked out of the kitchen before either of them could say anything else.
    With every step he was aware of Jordyn behind him. As he turned to hit the stairs, the fresh clean scent of whatever it was she used on her hair and skin teased his nostrils. In his room he set her bag down on the queen size bed and turned to face her. “Connecting bathroom’s through there,” he said lamely as he pointed, aware that she could see that for herself.
    She stood in the doorway taking in the room and for some reason the space between them grew thick with tension. Given the opportunity to stare at her while her gaze was focused elsewhere, he couldn’t help himself. With her profile to him he could see the sweep of her long, thick lashes and the strong line of her jaw. The thin black sweater she wore hugged the small but enticing curves of her breasts and those snug jeans made her legs look a mile long. Legs he’d imagined wrapped around his back or shoulders way too often in his fantasies.
    She turned those frank, deep blue eyes on him and he felt the impact ricochet in his chest. “So where are you sleeping?”
    Unbidden, an image of them tangled together naked in his sheets popped into his head. He blocked it with ruthless control and shoved the picture back into the forbidden box it had come from. “Dunphy’s room. He won’t be back until Sunday night.”
    “I can take his room.”
    “Naw, it’s fine.” The truth was, he liked the idea of her in his bed. Something primal in him wanted her there, surrounded by his scent on the sheets. She was still far too distant and he couldn’t shake the fear that he’d permanently ruined things.
    He was searching for something to say, something that would begin healing the damage he’d done to their relationship, when his cell buzzed in the back pocket of his jeans. Pulling it out, he saw the text from Tom. “Your interview’s at oh-seven-hundred tomorrow.” His boss seemed pretty eager to interview her. Blake didn’t blame him—Jordyn had one hell of a resume.
    “Sure, that’s fine.”
    He typed back a response to Tom, then put the phone away and stuck his hands in his back pockets. Jordyn hadn’t moved from the doorway, as if she didn’t want to get too close to him. Seeing her there, so close but too far away to touch only reminded him of that crazy, white-hot kiss they’d shared. He remembered it vividly, every last detail.
    But the fact was, he couldn’t have taken things further that night, not without losing her. The irony was, it looked like he’d lost