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was more important than confessing his real emotions. Besides, it’s not like you ever gave her a reason to think of you as boyfriend material.
    They arrived at the hardware store and he grabbed a cart. He pulled out a sheet of paper and began methodically going through the store picking up a myriad of things.
    “You weren’t kidding when you said the place needed some repairs, were you?” she asked, watching as he chose plumbing fixtures for under the sink.
    “No, I wasn’t. Did you change your mind about going?” he asked.
    “No such luck. In fact, I think this is kinda fun.”
    Then he sent her on a mission to choose a faucet in the next aisle. He gave her a once-over when she walked away, glad she couldn’t see him doing so. God, she looks fricking hot in those cutoff shorts and that t-shirt.
    Her very short denim cutoffs, with rips in all the right places, accentuated her gorgeous butt and her endless legs. She had the shorts paired with a spaghetti-strapped tank top. The tank top itself would have been considered risqué, because it barely covered her jutting breasts and ended well above her belly button. But she wore a flowing thing over it that resembled a blouse, without buttons. It flowed out and behind her. The brilliant orange color intensified the tan of her skin.
    He’d noticed more than one of the men in the hardware store checking her out and regretted sending her into the other aisle alone. He followed her and watched her chew on her bottom lip as she looked over the various faucets before choosing one. It wasn’t the cheapest model, but it wasn’t extravagant either. Exactly what he’d have chosen himself.
    She turned and grinned at him. “See what I found. This one would be perfect for our…your beach house.”
    Grant returned her grin, not commenting on her slip of the tongue, and they continued making their way through the store. By the time everything on his list was marked off, they had two carts filled with items, and a small load of lumber waiting at the checkout counter.
    He paid for everything and led the way to the truck where he stashed everything in the bed, tight on top of the tools and cables and whatever was already there.
    “When was the last time you cleaned out the bed of your truck?” she asked with a teasing lilt to her voice.
    Grant stared at her and asked, deadpan, “Why would I want to do that?” He managed to keep a straight face for all of ten seconds before they both burst out laughing.
    “This is fun,” Samantha told him, climbing up into the truck before he could get there to open her door.
    When Grant saw what she’d done, he sent a scowl her way, but her response was to wiggle her fingers at him and grin ear-to-ear. She’s asking for it! In more ways than one. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather be heading to the beach with than her.
    He thought about her attire and then shook his head as he realized that other people only saw the façade she allowed them to see. She was the perfectly coiffed, always stunningly attractive, top fashion model. But with him, right here and now, she was a normal girl who headed to the beach in ratty cutoffs and a thin t-shirt.
    If her manager and the photographers could see her now. I bet they’ve never heard of a top fashion model going to a hardware store to buy plumbing fixtures for a do-it-yourself project.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 6
    During the one-and-a-half hour drive Grant had tried to prepare her for the sorry state of the beach house.
    But when she saw it for the first time, it reminded her so much of the house she and Grant had dreamt of, she had to take several deep breaths to contain the emotion welling up. It’s the perfect house for us. Well...I mean, for him. It’s the perfect little beach house for Grant!
    She looked beyond the run-down state and the repairs that needed to be done, and saw the beauty and amenities it offered. It was small two-bedroom structure with clapboard siding on the outside that