obsessive barking and ran for the door.
Lacey sighed. She could only hope Alex hadnât decided to pay her a visit to talk things over. Shutting off the burner on the stove, she moved the frying pan away from the heat.
Then she stepped up to her door and glanced through the peephole. Alex had blond hair and wore suits or buttoned shirts. The guy outside her door had long dark hair, an old jean jacket slung over his shoulder and looked eerily familiar.
She blinked and focused on the man once more, recognition dawning. Oh. My. God . Ty.
With shaking hands, she opened her apartment door. âTy?â she stupidly asked. Sheâd know him anywhere. She saw him not only in her memories, but in her dreams.
He nodded but before he could reply, Digger began sniffing at Tyâs feet and nudged his leg with her nose, begging for attention.
âDigger, off!â Lacey chided but the dog didnât listen.
Lacey had always thought she could judge a man by his reaction to a dog, so she grinned when Ty bent down and petted Diggerâs head. Ty obviously hadnât changed. He still had a soft spot for those in need, like she had been, Lacey thought. Which brought her back to the niggling question that lingered long after sheâd left Hawkenâs Cove. Had Ty felt those same crazy feelings of desire and young love sheâd felt for him or was she just another stray, like Hunter, that heâd taken under his wing and protected so well.
She glanced at Ty and realized in one quick instant that he still had the ability to affect her deep inside. Her emotions soared, from elation over seeing him again to a fuzzy warmth in her heart to a quickening in her belly that she hadnât experienced in years.
Enjoying the attention from a stranger, Digger lifted her front paws onto his legs, begging for more.
âOkay, you shameless hussy. Leave Ty alone,â Lacey said, pulling the dog off of Ty.
âHeâs a she?â Ty asked, obviously surprised.
Lacey nodded. âShe doesnât have a body any female would want, but sheâs a sweetheart.â
âShe doesnât have a name any woman would want, either,â he said, laughing.
His voice had grown deeper, she thought, the husky sound providing a rush in her veins.
âI found her digging in the trash, hence her name. The poor thing was starving. I took her in, fed her and tried to locate her owners. No luck.â She shrugged and scratched under Diggerâs chin. âSheâs been eating me out of house and home ever since.â Digger was Laceyâs in all her bad breath glory. She freed the dogâs collar. âGo!â she directed and the dog finally ran into the apartment.
Lacey edged back so Ty could enter and he stepped by her, treating her to a whiff of warm, sexy cologne. Her body tightened at the unfamiliar, yet welcoming scent.
Once inside, she let the door slam shut and Ty turned to face her. He studied her without shame, his gaze swallowing her whole, his curiosity evident. She pulled the collar on her fluffy robe together but nothing could change the fact that beneath it, she was nude.
Unable to resist, Lacey looked him over, as well. Heâd been a sexy kid when sheâd seen him last. Heâd matured in the last ten years. His shoulders were broader, his face leaner and a somberness lingered in his hazel eyes that ran deeper than she remembered. He was all male and drop-dead gorgeous, Lacey thought.
And when he resettled his gaze on her face, she couldnât mistake the slight smile that tilted his lips. âYouâre looking good,â he said at last.
Her face heated at the compliment. âYouâre looking pretty good yourself.â She bit down on the inside of her cheek and wondered why heâd shown up now.
What exactly did fate, and even more, sexy Ty, have in store for her?
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L ACEY EXCUSED HERSELF before disappearing through a doorway leading to what he assumed was