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standing to attention—flashed through her mind. Immediately, Lake’s skin prickled and grew hot, like she’d just rolled in poison ivy.
    How the hell did he know she was here? Had he been wandering around her unit, checking out just how un -palatial it was compared to his abode?
    Darn! Of course. She’d put her mobile phone on silent while she worked. She must have missed his call, letting her know he was on his way.
    She could still ignore the door-knocking, insurance salesman or not, and pray he’d go away. Maybe she could even slip the disc of photos for him under the door, which she had tucked away in her work-apron pocket, and say that she couldn’t be disturbed mid-process? After all, she’d expected him to come by much later.
    But, no, that wouldn’t seem professional. Besides, her last photo was in the fixer, so it wouldn’t wreck the image if she allowed him to open the door, bringing in the sunlight with him and his manly, intoxicating, un-hobo-like scent. She had no excuse. There was nothing else to do.
    She’d keep it brief, and soon he’d be out of her life—for good. No doubt in the arms of some curvy brunette or willowy blonde. Not a pale redhead with comparatively miniature, handful-sized breasts. So why did her nether region quiver all the same?
    Snapping her gloves off, she moved toward the door, stepping over Cupcakes in the process. ‘Coming!’ she called out, before instantly clapping her hand over her mouth. Why, oh why, couldn’t she have thought of a better, totally nonsexual word to say at that moment? Thank God for the dim, red lighting. She could always blame the blush no doubt creeping over her face on that.
    Lake waited at the peeling, paint-ridden wooden door, her hand on the handle, sucking in deep breaths. Then, squaring her shoulders, she flicked her wrist to open it, pushing on its frame. The door creaked a little on its hinges in protest before fully opening.
    The sunlight pierced her in the eye before she could focus on Hunter’s back-lit, hulking frame a few steps from the doorframe. Today, like after his dip in the pool before the photo session, he looked clean-cut and pin-up worthy in a fitted, black tee and those same faded denim jeans, which hugged his frame.
    There wasn’t a hint of vagrant about him today, unlike their initial meeting. The radiant, golden light encircling his frame contrasted with the wicked, devilish thoughts she’d just had of him. Why the hell would he need to market himself online for love? She’d have him right there and then on the concrete path.
    But she knew she wasn’t his type. Besides, she was just as unsuitable as the gold diggers he’d said he tended to attract, because her heart had been smashed into a million pieces by Chase. Irreparably. She could no longer ‘do’ relationships and came with too much baggage. Funny that she’d gotten herself involved in the online dating world then—in a professional sense at least.
    Hunter stepped inside the shed-turned-darkroom, causing Lake to stumble back, her pulse quickening, before he pulled the door shut behind them both, plunging the room into inky darkness again, bar the dim, red glow from the bare lightbulb. Lake knew of other dark places she hoped Hunter would plunge into, at least in her fantasies, but she shook the thought away. She had to concentrate on breathing to start with.
    Her eyes adjusting again in the gloomy lighting, she still made out Hunter’s blue-green eyes raking over her, with the hint of a smile playing at his full lips. ‘Nice pussy.’
    Lake’s hand shot up to her mouth, a gasp bursting out of her. ‘Sorry?’
    Seemingly unperturbed, Hunter shoved his hands in his jean pockets and nodded slowly toward her feet where Cupcakes had taken up residence again. The pussy cat.
    Blushing again, Lake looked down, trying to cover for herself jumping to the usual sexualized conclusions. She really did have sex on the brain. It was odd. ‘Uh, yeah, he’s a beauty,