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aggravated at the same time as he turned around, heading back to his place. His voice though was still deep and sexy and rattled my nervous system sending sharp spikes of arousal straight to my womb. Gah! Moriah, get a grip.
    “Daniel! Wait. Look, I don't know what's wrong, and I'm sorry you’re in a bind. Um, I don't have plans. I was going to stay here and probably unpack my belongings. If you really don't have anybody else, I'll watch her.”
    “How old are you?”
    “Twenty-two.”
    “Thank God.”
    His shoulders visibly relaxed as he ran his fingers through his unruly, dark-brown hair. The strands stuck out as he rubbed his neck. I saw a flush run up the sides and it made me wonder if he thought I was attractive. I wasn't even going to ask him to confirm it though. That would be awkward. This would just be a favor for a neighbor. He was in a bind. He helped me bring my things in, so I guessed I owed him.
    “Okay. Well, since you helped me bring my junk in, I would be happy to return the favor.”
    His eyes widened with shock as if he couldn't believe I agreed to watch over his daughter. It made me wonder if he trusted everybody he ever met. I was a complete stranger to him and his little girl. I would be scrutinizing the person I was leaving my child's care in. And of course, right on cue, his eyes narrowed and he began looking me up and down again. This time though there wasn't any slow perusal. This was calculating and measuring.
    “She can be a handful.”
    “Sir—
    “Whoa. Please dear God, don't call me sir. I'm only thirty.”
    “You're still older than me, Daniel. It's a sign of respect.”
    “Yes, ma'am.”
    I couldn't stop the snort that flew from my lips. “I can handle difficult. I'm a waitress; I can handle anything you throw at me.”
    “Stairs seem to be your weakness.”
    “That's not right. Sir.”
    This time Daniel’s lips tilted into an amused and sexy smirk. His dark eyes seemed to trail over my head, down to my feet then back up again. Did his nose just flare? I don’t know but the feral look on his face made my thighs squeeze together. Then he spoke, and the rough, deep tumble of his voice made my breasts feel heavy and my nipples tighten as it made my stomach flutter.
    “I can get used to that.”
    Then looking over me again, his eyes stayed on the flat softness of my stomach and I wanted to squeeze my thighs even tighter. I could feel the moisture gathering between my legs. I felt my stomach contract and he looked back up at me, his smile cocky and full of confidence on his angular face. “I really do appreciate this. It is an overnight job. I will be home at 6:45 am.”
    “Right on the dot, huh? Aren’t you punctual?”
    His smirk made his eyes light up and he nodded. His already broad chest became the focal point of my view. I figured he blocked the doorway so he wouldn't be embarrassed by talking to a half dressed woman.
    “It's okay, Daniel. You don't have to feel embarrassed. I know I don't look presentable. But I wasn't expecting company.”
    “Embarrassed?” There was a twinkle in his eye I didn't understand. “Moriah—( lord, please always say my name like that .) I'm not embarrassed.”
    “Then why are you standing in the middle of the doorway?”
    “Are you seriously asking me that question? You are barely dressed, Moriah. Any man could walk by and see you and think all sorts of things.”
    “Like what things?”
    “Don't be naïve.”
    “You know. I'm doing you a favor, buster. I don't need a father or brother figure to demean me.”
    He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “Thank God I see you as neither. I need to leave by eight. It's 6:30 right now. Have you eaten dinner?”
    I do not understand men. I'm sure I never will. Maybe that's why I don't have a boyfriend. Also, I had high standards. A lot of men I've met weren’t adequate boyfriend material. And I wasn't going to put out for anyone. I had goals. Even though looking at Daniel sure did make me