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It’s Crocker. It takes ten minutes to drive from one side of the town to the other.”
    Gwen chuckled. “Okay. I’m not happy about it, but I’ll let it go.” She glanced at Duncan. “I take it she rented the old Miller place.”
    “Hey, don’t talk about me like I’m not here.”
    Duncan ignored Thea. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
    Gwen smiled. “I know Thea and the old Miller place has a fantastic kitchen.” She looked back at Thea. “I expect your chicken enchiladas for dinner the first Sunday you are in that house.”
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    Duncan pulled into the driveway of the rental house and released a sigh of relief. His companion had been silent and moody for the five-minute ride, leaving his mind to conjure up all kinds of fantasies. Seeing her this morning, her hair all rumpled and sleep still fogging her voice, had taken every ounce of his control to allow her to wiggle away from him at the sink. His libido was still in overdrive and it didn’t matter that the woman was irritated with him. Hell, if he were truthful with himself, even that was turning him on.
    Without saying anything, she slipped out of the truck and slammed the door behind her. And damn it, it sent another spike of annoyance and lust rushing through his blood. The feelings he was having for her were odd and a little bit disconcerting. He’d convinced himself before going to Gwen’s that his reaction had been off the day before. But the moment she’d walked into the kitchen, most of his blood drained to his groin. Duncan drew in a huge breath trying to bring his head back to the present. Unfortunately, he’d drawn in her scent, that apple and cinnamon with a little bit of sass thrown in.
    He closed his eyes trying to calm his raging libido. When he opened them, he saw Thea standing at the front of his truck, her arms crossed and that same scowl on her face. A man was in trouble when even a woman’s scowl was a turn-on.
    He unfolded himself from the truck and thanked God for the rush of west Texas air. Maybe that would help cool his arousal.
    Nothing was said between the two of them as he led her to the front door. After unlocking it, he stepped back to allow her to go inside. He closed the door and waited for her response. When she said nothing, but walked around, checking out the windows, the furniture, he asked, “Well?”
    She glanced over her shoulder at him. “Nice. Of course, the most important part of the house is the kitchen.”
    He waved his hand toward it and she followed his direction. If it had not been so quiet, he would not have heard her sigh of pleasure the moment she stepped into the kitchen.
    Duncan had to admit the kitchen was probably one of the best they had in their rental homes. A six-burner stove, enough cabinet and counter space for a professional kitchen, it had to be a gourmet’s dream come true. He watched Thea as she skimmed her hand over the island that had slate-colored granite and an extra sink.
    “This is fabulous.” She turned and smiled at him, her eyes dark with pleasure. “Seriously, who would have thought this treasure would be found in Crocker?”
    Wanting to shift closer, pull her to him and kiss that smile off her face, Duncan shoved his hands into his pockets. “All the rooms are furnished.”
    She nodded as she examined the inside of the French door stainless steel refrigerator. “Your mom told me that. I didn’t come with furniture, just my pots and pans.”
    “So, Jason got the furniture but you refused to give up your pots and pans?”
    She laughed and let the door shut. “The furniture was ugly. But my pots are worth a fortune. And knowing Jason, the whole damn set would be ruined within a week. The man couldn’t boil water.”
    “What made you divorce him?”
    The happiness faded from her face and he regretted the question. “Jason and I had some disagreements.”
    “Disagreements?”
    “Yes. He thought he could fuck every badge bunny he wanted to, and I should just ignore it. I