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personally, doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still think that you’re hot. He might be physically attracted to you, and got all riled up from being angry, and that’s why he kissed you. Sometimes, anger can turn into lust when it comes to someone who physically excites you. I find that there is a thin line there.”
    I nod. “Okay, that’s what I was thinking, too.”
    “Are you sure I don’t need to kick someone’s ass?” Nate asks, narrowing his eyes at me.
    “I’m sure.” I smirk.
    “You just have to remind any guy that gives you a hard time that you have three older brothers. They won’t mess with you ever again, I promise.”
    I laugh. “Yeah, I know. I’ve used that line many times.”
    I finally find the number I’m looking for and start for the door.
    “See ya later, bro!” I call over my shoulder.
    “See ya!” Nate calls back.
    I walk out the door, turn toward where my truck is parked and run face first into a rock hard body. Solid arms come around me, as I flail and curse. Once I’m sure that I’m not going to fall, I realize that the hard body I’m pressed against is not wearing a shirt and is a tad bit sweaty. He smells fantastic, though. Actually, he smells a lot like Nolan… goddammit! I look up into the sapphire blue eyes of said man.
    I push away from him and he easily lets me go. He’s panting slightly and is wearing a pair of gym shorts. Um, hello! He’s fucking ripped! Who knew all of this was under his uptight apparel? I mean, I knew he was built from when he kissed me and pressed against me yesterday, but I wasn’t expecting him to be a fucking fitness model!
    “Harley, what are you doing here?” Nolan asks with a frown as he rests his hands on his hips.
    “My office is right there,” I tell him, pointing to it. “What are you doing here?”
    “My office is a few blocks away. I go running on my lunch break.”
    “Ah, right. It’s Saturday, though. Why are you at work on a Saturday?”
    He shrugs one shoulder. “Got some things to catch up on.”
    “You don’t have much of a life outside of work, do you?”
    He gives me a bored look. “I’m not even going to buy into this line of conversation with you,” he mutters and starts to walk off.
    “Hey! Wait a sec, I have to tell you something,” I call after him as I trot to catch up to him.
    “If it’s something snarky, just keep it to yourself.”
    “It’s about your house, dick.” I snap.
    He whirls around. “You know, you have really bad communication skills for being a business owner.”
    “I communicate just fine with everyone else. Apparently, your almightiness can’t handle it.”
    “Do you call all your clients ‘dick’?” He snarls.
    “Only when they’re being one.”
    “With the way you act, I’m surprised you even know what a dick is,” he throws in my face.
    I gasp in outrage. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I squawk, even though I know damn well what he means. He’s basically saying that no guy would want me.
    He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “Nothing, forget I said it. What did you want to tell me about my house?” he asks quietly, his voice carefully controlled.
    “Oh, no. You got some shit to say? Say it to my face,” I bite out.
    His eyes flip open and I can see the rage simmering in them. “You act like a man, you curse like a truck driver, and you are the most obnoxious woman I’ve ever met!”
    “Now tell me how you really feel,” I mutter, deadpan.
    He throws his arms up. “See, this is what I’m talking about!”
    “Oh, get over yourself.” I huff.
    “Just tell me what you need to tell me so I can go,” he grumbles.
    “I’m calling in an electrician, your system needs to be updated.”
    “Okay, fine, good. See ya,” he mumbles before taking off in a jog down the street.
    I watch his back as he goes. He’s got a nice back. And a nice ass. Shame it’s wasted on such a asshole.

 
    ~ Four ~
     
    ~ Nolan ~
    I pull up in front of my house