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relationship. Sounded as though he didn’t monopolize a woman’s time, which would normally be a positive trait for her situation.
    What would it be like to have a man like Jeremy wanting to monopolize her time? Heaven.
    Stop dreaming about the impossible and just live in the moment for once.
    She leaned close to the mirror, inspecting her face where scrubbing the makeup off had left her skin red-blotched in places. She could take the time to put on new makeup once she told him she’d come over after dark. But if she didn’t get back to the garage soon, Jeremy might finish fixing the light and go home. She didn’t have his phone number and didn’t want Vinny to show up with her standing at Jeremy’s door.
    Vinny would come over to meet Jeremy. Bad move.
    She wasn’t expecting her brother, but he hadn’t been around the festival or at least she hadn’t seen him. Her sixth sense warned her he was due to drop by unexpectedly.
    Vinny was one of those insane people who got up before daylight so he normally stopped by early. If she orchestrated it right, she’d run out and get Jeremy to agree on the time then scoot him home before anyone saw him inside her garage.
    She brushed her damp hair back and grinned at the mirror.
    Tonight with Jeremy. She couldn’t believe it. Chills skittered over her skin at the possibility of kissing him… just as an appetizer.
    She pulled on a knit-and-lace top that stopped short of where her white running pants hit her hips. The lace was too much, too girly. Yanking that off, she dug out a powder blue sleeveless top, eyed it once in the mirror, and hurried to the garage.
    When she opened the mudroom door to the garage, the last splash of sunlight had disappeared. She could just see Jeremy’s hands moving. He stood two rungs up on a stepladder and was snapping the plastic cover back over her light fixture when her feet touched the cool concrete floor.
    She saw him much better as he climbed down.
    He’d taken off his shirt. Oh, mama.
    “You’re back in business.” Folding the stepladder, Jeremy stood it against the side wall. He walked over to where she was glued to one spot and reached past her shoulder toward the light switch.
    When his chest moved close to her face, she inhaled his scent and wanted to lean forward another inch to touch her lips to his skin. To taste him.
    But she didn’t move at all.
    The light blinked on and glowed almost as bright as the smile he beamed at her.
    What should she say? She sucked at casual conversation and had little experience intimately with men.
    “I owe you one for that,” she joked, then cringed at how stupid that sounded. “Thanks.”
    “Anytime.” Green eyes narrowed in pure devilment studied her. “You look… refreshed.”
    She lowered her chin, glancing at herself like a dimwit who had forgotten what she’d put on.
    The overhead light flicked off, leaving them in a dark garage except for the haze of twilight filtering from the dusty evening glow. Her eyes adjusted just as he touched a finger under her chin and lifted, drawing her gaze to his.
    She ran her tongue along her lips and Jeremy’s eyes sparked with heat.
    One kiss. Just something to give her a little confidence for tonight.
    Jeremy eased closer, soaking up her personal space without taking a step, and cupped her face. “About that IOU. Mind if I collect now?”
    “I’m all for paying my debts promptly,” she whispered, short of breath at the prospect of…
    He lowered his head, gently touching his lips to hers. Slowly sweeping across in sweet nips then firmer. The tempo built, his tongue teasing, tasting her, asking for more one tiny move at a time.
    She leaned into him. His long fingers spread across her face then moved to the back of her head. He wrapped an arm around her and she moaned at the feel of his muscled body when they touched. She wanted to climb inside that incredible body, feel him everywhere.
    She opened her lips, raking his tongue with hers, playing. He