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affairs, but in case she didn’t, then unknowingly she had a guardian angel.
    The thought of him being any woman’s angel had him chuckling. He didn’t do anything without an ulterior motive, and in her case he didn’t have to dig deep to find out what it was. He wanted her in his bed. Or, if shepreferred, her bed. It really didn’t matter to him at this point.
    He leaned back in his chair as he thought about all the heat the two of them could and would generate. But he had a feeling that with Brittany Thrasher he would need to proceed with caution. There was something about her and this intense desire he was feeling whenever he looked at her that he just couldn’t put his finger on. But he would.
    “Now we will move on to house number eight,” the auctioneer was saying, interrupting his thoughts. For now it was a good thing.
    “Who would like to open the bid?”
     
    Brittany’s heart raced when the bidding had officially begun on her house. She had gone on the Internet last night and visited the Web site that outlined the most effective way to participate in an auction. Rule number one said you should not start off the bid. Instead you should scope out the bidders to see if and when you could enter the fray. The key was knowing how much money you had and working with that.
    The minimum bid had been set and so far the bidding remained in what she considered a healthy range with only three people actually showing interest. The highest bid was now at thirty-five thousand with only two people left bidding. She decided to enter at forty-six thousand.
    She kept her eyes straight ahead on the auctioneer and didn’t bother looking back to see who the otherbidders were. That was another rule. Keep your eyes on the prize and not your opponents.
    “We have a bid of fifty-two thousand. Do I hear fifty-three?”
    She lifted her hand. “Fifty-three.”
    “We have a fifty-three. What about fifty-five?”
    “Fifty-five.”
    Brittany couldn’t resist looking sideways and saw a short, stocky man had made the bid. A nervousness settled in the pit of her stomach at the thought that the man wanted her house.
    “We’ve got fifty-five. Do I hear fifty-seven?”
    She lifted her hand. “Fifty-seven.”
    “The lady’s bid is fifty-seven. Do I hear a sixty?”
    “Seventy.”
    Brittany gasped under her breath at the high jump. Her approval letter was for a hundred thousand. She’d figured since the taxes were less than that it would be sufficient. Now she practically squirmed in her seat.
    “We have seventy. Do I hear a seventy-two?”
    She raised her hand. “Seventy-two.” There were only two people left bidding, and she wondered how far the man would go in his bids.
    She couldn’t help but turn at that moment and regard the man. He flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wanted her house and—
    “We have seventy-two. Can we get a seventy-five?” the auctioneer interrupted her thoughts by asking.
    “Seventy-five,” the man quickly spoke up.
    The room got silent and she knew why. They hadreached the amount of the taxes that were due, but the auctioneer would continue until someone had placed the highest bid.
    “We have seventy-five. Can we get eighty?”
     
    Galen sighed, getting bored. The bidding for this particular house could go on all evening and he was ready for it to come to an end. It was obvious to everyone in the room that both of the two lone bidders wanted the house and would continue until someone conceded. He seriously doubted either would.
    “We have eighty-six. Can we get an eighty-eight?” the auctioneer asked.
    The short, stocky man raised his hand at eighty-eight.
    “Can we get ninety?”
    Brittany raised her hand. “Ninety.” She had sent a text message to her banker for an updated approval letter asking for an increase but hadn’t gotten a response. What if he was out of the office and hadn’t gotten her request? She couldn’t let anyone else get her house.
    She glanced