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troubled feeling settled over her. This was a blind spot.
    “Trust me," he said at last. "She’s safe.”
    The machine on the counter beeped three times in succession. Kristina was glad for the interruption.
    Landon looked the same. He looked over at her with exaggerated curiosity. “I take it that means it’s done?” he asked.
    She nodded and hit a button on the cube. A small container of cream popped out of the side, leaving a hollow space that was previously almost invisible. She handed the container to him.
    “It’s just a cream" she said. "Should be pretty self-explanatory. Try to make sure it’s even.”
    He laughed—a short, abrupt laugh—then took the cream from her hand and walked into the bathroom. She browsed through some news streams while she waited for him to finish. Still nothing new.
    Fifteen minutes later, he emerged in nothing but his navy blue boxer briefs.
    Kristina swallowed hard and felt her cheeks warm. The faint lines of a six-pack led up to a broad chest and well-defined shoulders. They were a match for the cabled arms she’d seen earlier. The expanse of skin was like a siren’s call for her eyes, a rough terrain to explore. It was all just so male .
    She’d thought he would be fit, even muscular. But not quite like this.
    He cleared his throat as she stared and she realized time had passed and she had been staring.
    “Do I need to put on a shirt?” he asked.
    She shook her head. “Eventually,” she managed, her skin hot. “For now I’m just checking to make sure you put the tanner on evenly.”
    He nodded and said nothing. Her face flushed with a mixture of arousal and anger. He was enjoying this, she knew, and yet she couldn't really say anything about it.
    So she gave him a quick once over. He’d done a good job on the front side, at least. She spun her finger around for him to turn so she could inspect his back and caught herself licking her lips. She snapped her jaw shut and gazed at his back.
    The smooth, bronzed skin bulged with muscle shaped in a strong V that ended just above the line of his underwear. Her eyes trailed down the length of him, from his neck down.
    There was a spot he’d missed, about a foot up from his waist. Maybe slightly larger than the size of her fist. She opened her mouth to speak and her breath caught.
    Shaking her head, she swallowed and forced herself to get a grip. This was ridiculous.
    “You missed a spot,” she said. “Is there some tanner left?”
    He turned his over his shoulder and held the cream up in his hand. “There’s plenty. Where did I miss?”
    “It’s right on your spine, about a foot up from...the base.”
    He took some of the cream in his hand and reached behind him, crooking his elbow and turning his wrist awkwardly as he tried to find the spot she’d described. Kristina watched him struggle, her mind scrambled as the hard muscles in his back rippled. How did he have the time to get this ripped?
    Finally, he spun around so they were standing very close to each other, face to face. She looked up into his face and found his brows arched up. “Maybe you can get it for me,” he said. “I’m afraid my flexibility has limits.”
    A warm bubble emerged in her stomach as she opened her mouth to respond. “Of course,” she said, holding her hand out for the tanner. "Let me see that.”
    He handed her the tanner with an expression that looked like a mixture of bemusement and stifled...something.
    She didn't want to think about it. Instead, she made the turn around motion with her finger again, then took a healthy dab of the tanning cream. Finally, with a deep breath, she reached out and touched the tanner to the spot on Landon’s back that he’d missed.
    A charge shot up her arm as she felt his warm skin. The hard muscle fibers beneath her fingers twitched slightly, then relaxed as she blended the cream with the rest of the tanner. Her breath came in occasional, shallow bursts as she rubbed it in.
    The whole thing took maybe