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shorts hung on his lean hips and led to a bare torso glistening with a sheen of sweat. The man’s body gave new meaning to sculpted perfection. Corded muscles, fine ridges, and etched lines accented by flesh that spent a lot of time in the sun made her head feel a bit woozy.
    “If it’s a guy with a knee brace working out in the front yard, then, yeah, you found Brit.”
    Trey’s voice ripped her from her admiring assessment of the man before she started to drool. Thank God. “Is there a particular reason there is a treadmill and a weight bench out here?”
    Trey chuckled. “Yeah, Horace had a few of us move the stuff outside this morning. The only thing Brit is holding fast to is his exercises. Horace figured, since nothing else has been getting him out of the house, putting his equipment outside would do the trick.”
    Lena giggled. “Interesting reasoning and apparently it worked.”
    “I’m in the middle of something here. As soon as I finish up, I’ll come to the house.”
    “Take your time.” Please, take your time. The last thing she needed right now was a double whammy of innate sex appeal. “I’ll go introduce myself.”
    She ended the call before he could say anything else, pulled the Bluetooth from her ear, and shoved it in her shoulder bag as she rounded the front of the truck. The movement must have caught Brit’s attention because he turned his head toward her. His gaze slammed into hers, the look in his dark eyes intense enough to make her step falter as spasms of lust ricocheted through her insides.
    He pushed a control button on the treadmill and slowed his step with the machine as it came to a stop. His gaze fell from hers and he gave her a full once-over that turned her blood to a flaming flow of wicked need as he pulled the earbuds from his ears. Then he dragged his gaze back to hers and pinned her with a stare that put in her mind a vision of sweaty bodies and rumpled sheets.
    “What can I do for you?” Though he worded the question politely enough, his tone made it evident he wasn’t pleased by the interruption despite the flicker of interest she saw in his eyes.
    Take me to the nearest bed. Strip me naked, tie me down, and touch me until I’m begging you to fuck me. Oh, and don’t forget to invite…
    “Trey.” His name rolled from her lips as if completing the thought aloud.
    Holy shit! Had she gone crazy? This guy was a client! Well, a potential client since she hadn’t yet given Trey her word she would work with Brit. Still, potential or not, she was a professional. She was here to decide if she could help this man though his grief, not to fuck him blind. She could do this. She could ignore the electric desire sparking in her head, sizzling through her body in a mad rush to be pleasured, and focus on her job. Couldn’t she?
    His cheek flexed and she suspected if his face had been cleanly shaven she would’ve seen the muscle in the strong line of his jaw tick. “You’re here to see Trey?”
    She nodded once, both in answer to his question and in an attempt to jar her mind from the quick plane to double-stud-land it seemed insistent on boarding. It fit with the ruse Trey had insisted they use. She was supposed to make Brit think she was dating Trey.
    Heaven help me. This is going to be harder than I thought.
    Brit averted his gaze, but not before she saw a spark on temper in his eyes. “He’s working. Try his cell.”
    Realizing she’d walked close enough to him to invade his personal space, she stopped and knew in an instant the length of a football field wouldn’t be a safe distance from this man. His height coupled with the fact that he was still standing on the treadmill forced her to tip her head back so she could keep looking at him. Sweat beaded on the tips of the dark hairs that nearly reached his broad shoulders. He didn’t appear to be out of breath from his exercises, but she couldn’t quite tell if the tightness in his expression was from pain in his knee or