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get your water on.”
    “Yes. Do you have a ladder or something?” She tapped her chin with a finger. “Wait. What are you even doing here? And how do you know about the water?”
    “I live next door. I bought my parents’ house from them a couple of years ago,” Evan answered, pointing to the house beside them with his thumb. “Craig texted me to turn the water back on for you.” Pulling a key out of his pocket, he held it up to her. “I watch your dad’s place for him when he goes to Mexico in the winter.”
    Harper’s face brightened as he dropped the key into her hand. The luxury of soap and water was in her near future. Now if only she could erase his memory of having seen her all sweaty and horribly dressed. And maybe her breasts too. No, that part she could live with.
    “Who shut off the water?” she asked as they crossed the lawn together and walked up the steps to the small bungalow.
    “I did. You’re supposed to turn off the main waterline if you’re going to be away for more than a few days. I can show you how to do it,” he answered, following her into the house.
    “Can we do the tutorial another time? I’m beat. I’ve been driving with no air conditioning for three days straight.”
    “You drove that rig across the country yourself?” Evan asked. “I gotta say, Harper, I’m impressed.” He gave her a nod of approval.
    “This might come as a surprise to you, but I didn’t do it to impress you. Unlike most females in Colorado, I don’t make every move with you in mind.”
    He chuckled a little. “You might be giving me too much credit, but either way, it’s my loss. Be right back,” he said, jogging down the stairs to the utility room.
    Harper’s heart pounded as she searched through her purse and was rewarded by a package of blotting papers. Furiously dabbing at her face, she hoped the effort would help at least a little. A moment later, the pipes groaned loudly and a sputtering sound erupted from the bathroom as water started to gush from the taps. She rushed to turn off both faucets before walking back to the hall in time to see Evan ascending the stairs.
    “There you go,” he announced. “It’s going to be about twenty minutes before the hot water is ready, though.”
    “Can I offer you a beer while I wait?” Harper asked, not wanting him to leave just yet. He’d already seen her looking like hell, so she might as well drink in a little more time with him. “It’s the least I can do to thank you.”
    “That would be nice. I think I’ll take you up on that.” He stared at her a second longer than he should have before settling himself at the small kitchen table. Harper tried not to notice how the muscles in his arms rippled as he leaned back in his chair and rested his hands behind his head. A flash of him running those strong hands all over her body pierced her mind, and she quickly looked away before those sexy, ice-blue eyes of his read her thoughts.
    Harper opened the fridge, knowing it would be stocked with Budweiser. Not disappointed, she pulled two cans out and seated herself in the chair opposite his, sliding a can across the table to Evan’s waiting hand before cracking hers open and taking a long swig.
    “If I were stuck-up, would I be in my dad’s ancient bathrobe, drinking beer out of a can?” she asked as she rested the beer on the table.
    Evan smirked as though satisfied that his joke when she was up on the fence had finally landed. “Sure, you’ll do that when you’re back in Colorado, but I bet your high-class fashionista friends in Manhattan and Paris have never seen you with a can of Bud in your hand. I’m sure it’s either wine or dry martinis.”
    “You know the word fashionista? That surprises me somehow.”
    “I’m a man of the world now.” He grinned at her playfully. “There are all sorts of things I know that would surprise you.”
    “Really?” Harper tried to sound unimpressed, then took a long sip of cold beer to stop herself