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like she didn’t have any out-of-the-office appointments, so there wasn’t a lot to do in the office. But that last part wasn’t really true. In sales, there was always plenty to do. One could never have enough sales. Especially when rival salesman Perry Bradford worked around the clock to close as many accounts as possible.
    While Aiden grabbed a shower, Sadie had stood in the kitchen staring at Crickitt’s name on her phone. She’d moved her finger over the Call button twice before hitting it. She tapped End a millisecond later. She wanted to tell her best friend about the amazing night she’d had, and maybe in the process get her head towed down from the clouds, but Sadie wasn’t sure she could explain things coherently yet. Who could understand the completely innocent way she’d ended up wearing Aiden’s shirt, sleeping next to him in her underwear, and feeding him bites of salty eggs in between coffee-fragranced kisses the next morning?
    No one, that’s who.
    So…she couldn’t explain it. A small voice reminded her that she didn’t want to start explaining it for fear she’d admit the emotion simmering in her veins when she’d drawn a line down his scarred back with her fingers. And on that note, maybe she shouldn’t think about it now, either.
    A cluster of trees opened to a house in the distance, gardens surrounding the yard. Sadie stepped out of the high grass and onto a path, grateful Aiden had driven her back home and insisted she put on jeans and tennis shoes. Her new boots never would’ve survived this trek.
    Aiden walked to a tree and unrolled a rope ladder leading to a good old-fashioned tree house. Sadie glanced at the house furtively. “Are we…trespassing?”
    “It’s okay, my parents are old and have bad eyesight.”
    Parents?
    Sadie froze, craning her neck to look up at Aiden. He wore a cautious half-smile, his hair damp from the shower and slicked back off his face. How had she gotten herself into this mess?
    “You first.”
    She grasped a rung of the shaky ladder and with his “help,” which translated to his hands on her butt as she climbed, Sadie made it to the top and in through a small hole in the floor.
    Dust danced in the sunlight filtering through the screenless window facing the house. The floor was dirty, the corners filled with leaves, and the ceiling encrusted with cobwebs. Aiden’s head appeared through the floor and he maneuvered himself in to next to her.
    “Is this going to hold us both?” she asked, eyeing the worn boards beneath her.
    “Totally.” He shifted to close a door over the hole in the floor and sat on top of it. “My brothers and I had people in here all the time.”
    She gave him a wry glance. “People?”
    “Okay. Girls. But only later when we were horny teenagers. When Dad helped us build it, this tree house was strictly No Girls Allowed.”
    “Bet your sister loved that.”
    He grinned, a wicked, entirely too appealing grin that jumpstarted her pulse like a 1972 Shovelhead. “Why do you think we made that rule?”
    “Boys are mean.”
    “So are girls. She never invited me to one of her slumber parties.” He grasped his chest, pretending to be wounded. “Not once.”
    She snorted and slugged him in the arm. Aiden caught her fist and kissed her knuckles. “I love when you snort.”
    She tugged on her hand but he held fast. “I did not.”
    “You did. You do it when you’re nervous and when you’re amused.” He stroked her knuckles with his thumb. “Which one are you? Amused or nervous?”
    There went her heart again, stuttering like it needed new shocks. “Neither,” she breathed, but the word was lost on his lips when he bent to kiss her. He threaded his fingers through hers, his free hand stroking her spine, now oozing to the floor.
    He pulled away from her mouth and groaned. “I could kiss you all day.”
    She shook her head. “Then we wouldn’t get anything done.”
    He cocked an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but whatever he