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here.”
    Nicky opened the door and stared at the loft. “Wow. I didn’t expect anything this grand. It’s huge.” The open plan design made her home back in Denver look like a series of tiny boxes, bonded together with wooden floors and a century worth of cobwebs.  
    A gourmet kitchen, gleaming white under pendant lights, flowed effortlessly into a dining area big enough to seat at least eight people. The living area had been filled with overstuffed sofas, a shaggy cream floor rug, and a huge wall hung television.
    Sam followed her inside. “We built this tower eighteen months ago, and bought the two penthouse lofts off the plan. My assistant’s stocked the fridge and pantry with food. There are three bedrooms and a laundry at the back.”
    Sam had left her suitcases beside the leather sofa. She wandered across to the floor to ceiling windows. Wrapping around two sides of the room, they framed an incredible view of the Bridger Mountain Range, glowing deep purple in the last rays of sunlight.  
    “There’s an information pack on the coffee table explaining how to use all the gadgets in here.”  
    Nicky opened the French doors and a wave of warm air blasted her body. She turned back into the air conditioned room, closing the doors on the quiet evening. The cold sting of artificial air kept her brain focused and her hormones under control. Hot and steamy thoughts had no place in her apartment. Especially when the man causing the meltdown was staring at her with an amused gleam in his eyes.  
    “I can get a taxi into work tomorrow, to save you a trip back here.”  
    “It’s no problem. I don’t live far away.”  
    “Where do you live?” An uneasy suspicion crept into Nicky’s overactive imagination.
    “Not far. We’re almost neighbors.”
    The sharp edge of the key card bit into her hand. “Don’t tell me you live in this building?”
    A slow smile spread across Sam’s face. “Okay, I won’t tell you.” Opening her apartment door, he looked over his shoulder. Another blast of heat hit her body. “Sweet dreams. I’ll see you at ten.”  
    Nicky stared at the closed door. He couldn’t be living in the same building. Working beside him would be bad enough, but living within throwing distance brought up a whole new set of issues. And she’d be damned if she’d get back into his truck tomorrow morning. Walking to the office held more appeal than sitting beside a man that made her crave feelings she’d buried a long time ago.  
    There was only one way to find out where Sam lived. Kicking off her shoes, she ran across the room, yanked the door open, and stepped into the corridor.
    He was gone. She pushed the elevator button and watched the doors open. Her gaze flicked to the stairwell. She was on the fifth floor. He could have used the stairs.  
    She opened a metal door, listening for the sound of feet slapping against concrete. Silence. She moved back into the corridor and looked around. A gold tag identified apartment two. The second and only other apartment on this floor. Her shoulders sagged.  
    She’d just met her neighbor.

    At ten o’clock the next morning, Sam’s hand hovered over Nicky’s doorbell. He didn’t know whether he should ring and dive for cover, or take whatever punishment got thrown his way. One thing he’d learnt about his long-legged business consultant was that she didn’t take too kindly to unexpected surprises. If the dumbfounded look on her face last night had been anything to go by, he’d managed to surprise her again. Twice in two days cut his life expectancy to shreds.  
    He glanced over his shoulder at the elevator.
    The door to her apartment opened before his hand moved off the buzzer.  
    “You live next door, don’t you?”
    Yep. The woman might have been exhausted and slightly tipsy, but her powers of deduction hadn’t dimmed. “Good morning to you, too. Did you sleep well?”
    Crossing her arms in front of her chest, Nicky glared at him. “Sleep