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him to see. “I found one.”
    “Save a few muffins for me,” he said, tilting his head toward the sky, letting the warm mountain sun soak into his skin.
    “Catch,” she said, tossing one empty bag at him. “You fill that one and I’ll fill this one. The bushes are so full we’ll be done in twenty minutes.”
    Reluctantly, he stood up and brushed the dirt off the back of his shorts. “Who said I wanted to help?” He didn’t mind helping. In fact, he wouldn’t mind helping her bake the muffins, but he kind of liked his view of her legs from where he sat. Without question, she had the most striking legs he had ever seen—long, not too skinny, and just the right amount of muscle that told him she hiked and exercised on a regular basis, but not so much that her legs had that over-muscled, trying too hard appearance. Then there was her hair. His fingers itched to get  all tangled up in her pale silky strands. He loved the way her hair brushed the side of her face as it danced in the mountain breeze.
    Pausing, she looked over at him. “You volunteered to help at the Foundation for a month and I need your help picking these berries, so get going. I have plans this afternoon so I can’t be out here all day.”
    “I didn’t know volunteering meant you could boss me around for the entire month whether I’m at the Foundation or not.” He tossed a handful of berries into the bag, along with a couple shiny green leaves.
    “Hey,” she said, dipping her hand into the bag and tossing the leaves onto the ground. “Just the berries, not the entire bush.”
    “Sorry, Miss Emerson.” He flashed her a properly contrite smile. “What are these big afternoon plans that you’re so worried about?”
    She didn’t look at him as she continued to pluck the berries from the bush. “Are you prying into my personal life?”
    If Alec still had the ability to blush, he would have. Shamelessly prying or even caring enough to pry wasn’t his thing. What she did during her free time wasn’t his business, but he hated the idea that she might have a date, or even worse, a boyfriend. It shouldn’t matter, but his mind had other ideas and it suddenly became imperative to know more about the woman who fascinated him more than he wanted to admit. “Not prying, just making conversation.”
    She sealed her plastic bag and dropped it into her backpack. “I’m tutoring.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah. I tutor Dean every other Saturday.”
    At his blank look, she added, “He’s one of the kids from the Foundation.” She cocked her head to the side. “Have you met any of the kids yet?”
    “No.” And if it were up to him, he wouldn’t. At first he wanted to introduce the kids at the Foundation to music like one of the counselors had done for him as a teenager, but now that he had woven so many half-truths about his job and his life, he couldn’t risk any of the kids recognizing him.
    “Do you want to?”
    “I think I’ll stick to fundraising,” he prevaricated.
    “Dean’s a good kid, really smart. He’s fallen behind school, but that only because his mom works the nightshift and he ends up taking care of his sister most of the time.” She pulled her water bottle out of her backpack and took a long sip. A few drops slid down her lips to her chin. “Do you want some?”
    “No. I’m okay right now.” He brushed the droplets from her lips and chin and wished, not for the first time, he could taste her lips as they slid against his.
    She shrugged, sliding the bottle into the side pocket of her backpack. “I promised to tutor him in math and if his grades improve, he wants to apply for a scholarship to a private high school for his senior year.”
    “That sounds like a good plan.”
    “Yeah. If he gets a college education, he could really help his mom and his sister and give them some stability.”
    “That’s a lot of responsibility for a young kid.” He handed her his bag of berries.
    “I know, but we can’t always