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from asking him to describe those things in detail. “So, how come I’ve never seen you here if you’ve been living next door for two years?”
    “I’ve been wondering the same thing. We must keep missing each other. I go visit my parents and Karen’s family down in Arizona for most holidays. When I’m in town, I’m not home much.”
    “Why not?”
    “I’ve been accused of being a workaholic, and when I’m not at work I’m usually hanging from a cliff somewhere.”
    “Hanging from a cliff? Like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible .”
    Evan laughed. “Something like that. Except I actually do all my own stunts.”
    “So does he, apparently.”
    “Nah, he pays people to say that.”
    “Still cocky, I see . . .” She pressed her lips into a fine line.
    “You mean charmingly confident. But yes. Anyway, I should let you hit the shower. Thanks for the beer.”
    “Any time,” Harper answered, her voice verging on a purr. Disgusted with herself, she straightened up. “Thanks for saving me.”
    “My pleasure,” he replied, his amused expression returning as he stood and started for the front door. “Just don’t tell your brothers I saw your tatas. They’d try to kick my ass even though it wasn’t in any way my fault.”
    Harper’s face scrunched in embarrassment at the memory. “Deal. How about neither of us ever mentions it or thinks about it again.”
    A slow smile spread across his face. “I might be able to stop myself from talking about it, but I can’t promise I won’t think about it.”
    “Well, in that case, you should probably let me see what’s under your clothes so we’ll be even,” she proposed, planting a fist on her hip.
    He gave her a flirty grin, his dimples making an encore appearance. “Better not. If I show you what’s under here, it would ruin you for other men for the rest of your life.”
    Before shutting the door, Harper watched him stride across the grass to his house. She didn’t need him to take his clothes off. She was imagining what was under them all on her own, and just the thought of it had ruined her for other men a long time ago.
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    Evan got into bed that night with a lighter feeling than he had most nights, and it had everything to do with Harper Young. She’d always been a cute, feisty teenager, with that lanky body of hers. Back then, she had barely spoken two words to him, not that he had ever really tried to get her talking. He could tell she was a real handful, watching her with her dad and her brothers. Smart. Fiery temper. Determined. Even at fifteen, she was going places.
    He hadn’t seen her since he’d left to play hockey for Montana State. Time had clearly been kind to her, though, adding all those curves to that slight frame. Now, twenty years later, as Evan lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, he couldn’t get her out of his mind. Or rather, he couldn’t get those gorgeous breasts of hers out of his mind. Those were breasts a guy could lose himself in for a good long while. It had been far too long since he’d been able to lose himself like that, and he knew he was going to struggle not to think about her, knowing she was just next door.

Six
    Harper woke to the sound of the birds outside her window, feeling refreshed. It was a sunny, beautiful day and she had slept hard, dropping off as soon as her head hit the pillow. Looking at the clock, she saw that it was a quarter to eight. She hopped out of bed and went to brush her teeth and wash her face. She was going straight to the hospital to see her dad. Unpacking could wait.
    Her face warmed when she thought of Evan and the feeling of his strong arms catching her as she fell. He had put her down quickly but not before she got a whiff of his aftershave. She could picture the lust in his eyes when her robe came open and his sideways grin as he teased her. And those dimples she wanted to lick. Splashing water onto her face, she saw the colour returning to her cheeks as