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couldn’t help wondering if he still lived up to his high school reputation. He’d been a legend, from the fast car to the six-pack to the bad boy eyes.
    Unfortunately, Kade still had the eyes. He’d also probably retained possession of the magic orgasm-giving penis—or at least the magic qualities thereof. It was wishful thinking on her part. She didn’t need a one-time high school hero to help her out in the sex department—she did just fine providing her own orgasms now.
    While she was mooning over his penis, Kade led the way to the house. Watching him walk was no hardship. He was every bit as tall and rangy as she remembered and well built. Really, really well built. He’d paired butt-hugging, faded blue jeans with a pair of worn steel-toes. He walked with a distinct limp now though, favoring his right knee with each step.
    When he’d first come home, he’d used a cane for the first few days. Then the cane had disappeared, and his face had dared anyone to ask the reason why, or so she’d been told by her friends, who couldn’t quite believe she really didn’t want or need regular Kade Updates. She’d understood how he felt. Neither of them liked asking for help, and both of them preferred doing things on their own. The sooner he came to terms with her stance on helping hands, the better.
    Unlocking the front door, Kade stepped inside. Reluctantly, she followed. She’d come out to the building site a few times for the work parties hosted by Will’s hotshot team. Staying away would have been rude even for her, and she’d appreciated what Will’s team had tried to do here. They’d done their best to make a home for her and Baby, and it wasn’t their fault they couldn’t bring Will home too. After a while, she hadn’t been able to face the house, which was why the walls were still starkly, glaringly white.
    Kade popped open a camp chair and set it down in the middle of the room.
    “I’ve brought your throne. Sit. I’ll be right back.”
    She opened her mouth. Closed it. Only Kade could mix sweet with a side of arrogant. She sat, because she couldn’t fight him all the time.
    “You’d better watch out for bears,” she called, knowing she was engaging in wishful thinking. Will wouldn’t have built their house on an animal highway, and no one was getting eaten by a bear today.
    In a matter of minutes, he was back with a box of sample paints and the goofy-looking dog.
    “Stan, guard.” The dog padded over and settled on her sneakers, effectively pinning her in place. Then it licked her leg.
    “Vicious watchdog?”
    Kade didn’t seem to mind Stan’s soft side. “He trained with the best. We just didn’t brush off on him.”
    While Kade popped the lids on the cans with a screwdriver and sorted out an arsenal of paintbrushes, she petted the dog. No. Stan.
    “You can name the baby after him,” he suggested.
    “That’s going to be a winner if Baby’s a girl,” she said lightly.
    He squinted at the wall. “Stanette?”
    “Over my dead body. Will’s aunties all have Victorian names. Edith, Adelia, Phoebe. I’m not sure you’re even allowed to write those names in anything but curlicues.”
    “So you’ll pick a new name.” He dipped his brush into a can and smoothed a swatch of paint over the wall facing her. The color was a soft gray-green that was perfect in the sunlight. It definitely bore no resemblance to the colors he’d threatened her with earlier.
    “Are you color blind?”
    “Not as far as I know.” Humming, he started on swatch number two. This one was a cheerful yellow.
    “They have Internet tests you can take to make sure,” she observed. “Can I help?”
    He gave her a crooked grin before turning back to the wall. “I paint. You choose.”
    Which wasn’t going to be as difficult as she’d feared. It turned out the man had a rainbow of perfectly acceptable colors bouncing around in the bed of his truck.
    “So the paint choices you threatened me with at the studio...