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softened his features, made him human. Made her want to kiss him for any reason other than to shut him up.
    “Crazy Suzie was her moniker because she would run out into the street and stare down any car daring to get in her path,” she answered, quelling the wayward thoughts and ridiculous emotions. “We shortened it once we got Lance to redirect traffic when she's spotted.”
    He chuckled again, looking amused. Her stomach tightened and that wouldn't do.
    “No wonder you like this town,” he said. The amusement fell away from his gaze.
    Lynne held up her hand and was surprised to see a slight tremble. “I'm not in the mood to argue with you today. So, the answer to the question I can see brewing in your eyes, unequivocally is no. By now you should know where you can put your offer.”
    He nodded, but his gaze strayed back to the bushes. Lynne relaxed. She'd have to throw a doggy treat to Suzie.
    Lynne stuck her trembling hands into her pockets and tried not to look back when she walked away from him. If she gave into the impulse, she just might turn into a pillar of salt.
    Once inside the store, Lynne ran her hand along the clothes as she made her way back to the counter. The textures tickled the inside of her palm. She used the distraction to get her head back into the game.
    These clothes, this store, should have been the ultimate focus. Not a man who ate small businesses for breakfast, but apparently cared about stray dogs.
    Lynne was standing behind the counter when Jeremy entered. “Did the devil really try to help someone, something other than himself?”
    “Yes,” she answered shortly and blew out breath.
    Jeremy’s comment made her think about Nathan again and the heart that might lie beneath the Armani suit, and that bothered the hell out of her.
    “I think we need to talk,” she said.
    Jeremy stuffed his hands in his pockets, a gesture she'd seen too many times from him. He was hiding a secret. Ever since that woman had entered the shop and stumbled back out, he'd been acting strange.
    “What?” he asked.
    She raised a brow at his tone. “Nathan.”
    “First name basis now? I thought you two had only talked once before?”
    “We did.” No need to explain how she'd become a people watcher at a young age and, lately, a Nathan watcher. “I just know his type. I need you to come in on Saturday to help me rearrange the store. I also need you to help me set up a sidewalk sale.”
    “I won't be able to be stay the whole day. I have...things to do Saturday.”
    The woman . Since he was all the family she welcomed with open arms, Lynne nodded okay without pushing for questions.
    She hadn't noticed the tension in his shoulders until they lowered with the reply. More than anything she wanted to get him to talk. She would have before now if the whole Nathan thing hadn’t distracted her.
    “Just so you know, I went into his store,” Jeremy started. “It's not as nice as ours.”
    She smiled at the term ours; that's exactly the type of store she wanted, but then Lynne grimaced. Given Jeremy was a friend, he'd tell her what she needed to hear, without the harsh edge.
    She sighed. “I'll be back.”
    Jeremy didn't ask questions, and that was for the best. She squared her shoulders, walked out the glass doors, and entered into the Devil's third ring of hell.
     

CHAPTER FIVE

    Lynne froze after a single step into inside Nathan's store. The décor―just classy. Any man would want to wear the imported silks, even as casual wear. The scent, a deep musk, filled the store, filled her mind with questions, wants, and desires. It smelled like him. No way to hold her breath long enough, Lynne would have to endure the intoxicating scent again.
    The place appeared so upscale she didn't want to examine the fabrics and check the names or prices on the tags. Her damp palms might ruin the material.
    The observation helped put Nathan back into perspective. He didn't understand one thing about small towns. The men here