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knew there was a Susan Fielding.
    And now?
    Here she was. She didn’t look all that willing for hot or hard sex any time soon. So why was he still zeroing in on her like she was the target and he was on a mission? His cock was practically urging him to jump out after her, tackle that sweet, sweaty woman and kiss her senseless. Black Adidas shorts, pink sports top and all.
    His mind knew better.
    Besides, once all the blood had started pulsing to his brain and not his cock, he’d think of something better than tackling her down. Whether or not he could understand the why of it, that sweet, soft—and, he realised now, stubborn and teasing—woman was the only one who could ease the pounding he had going on. Glancing down at the erection outlined under his jeans, he hoped it would be in the very near future.
    He spotted her easily when he looked back up. The muscles of his face softened and stretched in a rare smile as she jumped on a low log and nimbly followed it across the creek, before jumping down again and continuing.
    Oh, yeah. He was more than willing to show her how much he could cowboy up.
     

Chapter Three
     
     
     
    Lacey glanced once more around the little hardware store, trying not to feel so open and exposed, but it was difficult. Clearly, this was a man’s domain. It made her want to grin at the way the old guys had watched her when she’d walked in, as if she was either a creature from another planet or a sweet little thing who might break a nail if she wasn’t careful. Maybe she was both, she considered, as she filled her cart with what she needed. She definitely didn’t feel as if she belonged here, that was for certain. But, for now, she had reasons for being here.
    Besides, she was on a mission. She had a wood-burning stove, but no wood to burn. She had trees down on her land. It seemed a waste of money to buy wood when she could use her own. She had eighteen acres of wooded, beautiful property filled with more timber than she could possibly need. All she needed was something to cut the fallen trees into fireplace sized pieces with.
    Easy peasy.
    She spotted chainsaws two aisles down and pushed her cart over to give them a long look, considering their size and how heavy they would be with all the vibrating and shaking going on. And noise. Could she even start one? And use it to cut up a tree?
    Geez, if Dad could see me now , she thought. He’d freak. He’d been all about her learning how to care for her car—no one should operate equipment they didn’t know how to run and repair, had been his motto—but she could guess chainsaws and his baby girl hadn’t exactly been what he was thinking about when he’d given her that little lecture.
    Still, they didn’t look too bad. She was a woman. She could conquer such loud, vibrating and annoying things. Right?
    Well, Lacey had thought so until getting up close and personal with the monsters. Geez, would the little ear buds she’d picked up on aisle two be enough? The package holding the tiny ear buds looked way too wimpy for the amount of noise one of these heavy beasts made. The ear buds were ugly, too. Why orange? Yuck. Who would want slightly soft and squishy orange foam in their ears? They were supposed to go right inside each ear, too. No strings attached, no band to hold them together, just two odd little buds that looked reasonably able to keep out the sound of a cricket.
    Lacey paused with the ear buds in her hand and glanced around at the rickety shelves, which were lined with anything anyone could want. There were a lot of things she’d had no idea a man could want, she realised. What she wanted was the old drill sergeant who owned this place. He’d been here all three times she’d come by the store previously, though why he’d followed her she still didn’t have a clue.
    Or maybe she did. It must be obvious that she had no idea what to do with her time, so she’d come in three times for different things. Paint, the first trip, and