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quadrupled.
    And he had her number.
    He was determined to call her on Monday. When she was not around her friends. Maybe ask her out.
    Would she say yes? He hoped she would.
    Maybe she didn’t know what he did for a living. That would help. He hated the thought his job might be a turnoff for her. He decided not to mention it…yet. Maybe not for a while.
    If the connection he felt—and seemed to feel from her—was real, maybe if she got to know him first, his profession wouldn’t matter.
    Still—
    A knock at the back door made him cringe.
    That would be Bella. With the crutches.
    He thought about ignoring the summons, but getting around—even in his tiny cabin—was a pain with a gimpy foot. He could really use those crutches. He’d simply take them, thank her and send her on her way.
    He tossed the program onto the coffee table, hobbled over to the door and peered through the curtains. His pulse leapt.
    It wasn’t Bella.
    It was Cassie.
    And she was alone.
    Holy hell.
    He opened the door. Wide. “Come in.” He should have tempered his wolfish grin, but couldn’t. He felt like a wolf. With a juicy lamb within reach.
    “Hi there,” she said shyly. “I brought over the crutches.” She held them out, but didn’t cross the threshold.
    “Come in.” Yeah. He repeated himself. Because he couldn’t think of anything else to say that didn’t end with “ in bed .”
    And because he really wanted her to come in.
    When she did, his heart soared. He closed the door behind her and took the crutches, balancing on them, though they were set for a shorter man.
    “Aw, these are great. Thanks.”
    She threaded her slender fingers before her like a little girl and said, “I’m supposed to tell you Bella’s the one who found them.” Odd. He quirked a brow, and she laughed. “She was called away and really bummed she didn’t have time to bring them over before she caught the ferry.”
    “I see.” He couldn’t have been happier. “Can I…” What? Kiss you? Hold you? Offer you a little roll in the hay? “Get you a drink…or something?” And when she hesitated, “You know. To thank you for your trouble?”
    “I…ah…” A hungry look flitted over her features. He could only dream it was for him. She was so tiny, standing there. He wanted to scoop her up in his arms and carry her off to the bedroom. Tough to do on crutches, though. “Okay.”
    “What would you like?”
    She peeped at him guiltily. “Do you have any bacon?”
    He was taken aback. By her hungry expression…and her request. “Bacon?”
    She blew out a sigh. “Bella’s commanded this will be a vegan weekend. I’m really craving…bacon.”
    “Sure. I think I have some in the fridge. But do you mind making it?”
    “Not at all.” He loved the way her eyes lit up at the prospect. He loved that she stepped deeper into his domain. He followed, getting a feel for the crutches as he made his way down the hall.
    “The skillet’s in the cupboard under the microwave.” He leaned against the breakfast bar while she fished around for the pan and then found the bacon in the fridge. He enjoyed watching her putter in his kitchen.
    “Can I make you something? Maybe a BLT?”
    His stomach growled. He hadn’t eaten since breakfast. “That would be great. So…” He hunted for a topic. “Bella’s a vegan?”
    Cassie shot him a smile. “She’s a new convert.”
    “Oh. Those are the worst.”
    “Don’t I know it! Of course, fools we are, we agreed. We all want to lose weight before summer. You know…” She wrinkled her nose. “Bathing suits.” Heat scorched him at the thought of her in a skimpy bra and panties. And he wasn’t envisioning a bikini.
    “You hardly need to lose weight. You’re perfect.” The words slipped out. He didn’t mean to say them all soft and hungry. She froze and flicked a look at him. Their gazes clashed. Aw, hell. Maybe he did mean to say them like that, because the glance they shared was volcanic.
    A blush