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minute my back is turned.”
    She checked the weight of the boxes and found the first too heavy. He didn’t tell her to leave it, or she’d hurt herself to prove she didn’t need him. “You have a garage, you know.”
    “I want this stuff closer.”
    She rolled her eyes. When the boxes were moved, he started on the bed, and she grabbed the opposite end of the mattress. He bit his tongue to keep from ordering her to leave it to him. By the time they were done, dampness beaded his forehead, and his shirt stuck to his back. He yanked the buttons open without thinking about it and caught her gaze skittering over his bare chest. He hid the sense of satisfaction knowing he worked to stay in shape, and she obviously still appreciated the view.
    “Really, Kian? You can take off your clothes in your room!” She swung away from him and stomped into her room then slammed the door.
    Kian chuckled as he strode down the hall to the master bedroom and shouted behind him, “This is my house. I can walk around in it naked.”
    He got no response. A shower and a change of clothes got him ready to go out again. Evie caught him at the front door. “Let me go so I can pick up my things.”
    “Not now, Evie. They’re still processing the crime scene. You’d just be in the way.”
    She frowned.
    “Tonight, okay?”
    “Fine.” She folded her arms under her breasts, and he couldn’t help focusing on them. Damn it, I’m acting like I haven’t had sex since she left. He stomped to the door and wrenched it open. “Don’t leave the house. If anything comes up, call me. I’ll either come home or send someone for you.”
    Two miles down the road, the aching need receded, and he could breathe easier. Dressed or naked, Evie living with him posed a challenge, one he didn’t think he was up to.

Chapter Four
     
    Evie dropped onto the couch face down and groaned. Why did she agree to stay with Kian? “To torture myself, that’s why.” His scent and every other familiar thing about him called to her in this house. Along with that, memories of their time together also attacked her mind and threw off her equilibrium. In the corner of the living room stood a small live tree she couldn’t believe still lived. She had insisted she wanted real plants instead of the fake ones Kian had bought, and she’d dragged him all over Charlotte to greenhouses looking for the right ones. The tree had been the last and the one she loved most. Not once in all her shopping had he complained, and he’d sweated like an animal in the hot summer sun carrying her purchases to and from the car. That’s why she’d balked at him carrying the boxes and moving the bed. She didn’t want to remember when he’d been so warm and loving.
    Evie rose and walked over to the tree. With a quick glance around, she realized none of the other plants were in sight, just the tree. So he’d taken care of it and thrown the others out. She knelt before the thin, rough bark and ran fingertips over it. Tears filled her eyes. “I thought we would last forever. Silly me.”
    When Kian found Anthony, her life would go back to normal. She just hoped it would be soon, before her ex-husband found out how much she still loved him. To experience that cold stare, the disgust as if he couldn’t bear her existence, was more than she ever wanted to deal with again.
    He did kiss me. She groaned and fell back on the carpet, eyes closed. Kian was a man. A sexy, delicious, hard-bodied man with equipment that— She shook herself and rolled over, drawing her knees up to her chest. Yes, he was a man, and anyone knew men could have sex with a woman and hate their guts. Their dicks did not discriminate.
    Still, the kiss wasn’t the hardest part. That drive-by had taken her courage and her resolve that she’d built up after the incident two years ago and stomped it into the ground. She blamed Anthony. He could have fled the country. From all she’d heard two years ago and the fact that an entire