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No man had ever taken the time to get to know her body or figure out what it took to push her over the edge. But Cole… Cole was all about giving and would no doubt take the time to pleasure a woman properly.
    As a fine shiver of longing moved through her, the sound of Cole playing with Stallone pulled her thoughts back. She jumped in the shower, turning the water to cool. Twenty minutes later, dressed in a fresh pair of scrubs, with her hair tied back, she padded to the kitchen. When she saw Cole standing there, leaning against the doorjamb with a cup of coffee in his hand, her blood burned hotter than ever and she had to remind herself how to breathe.
    He gave her that familiar sexy grin that curled her toes and said, “Milk, no sugar, right?”
    She took the cup from him and worked to sound casual. “You remembered.”
    He tapped his head and turned to the side, making room for her to pass. “I remember everything.”
    Sexual tension grew in her body as she shimmied past him to grab a muffin. She took a huge bite to hide a cringe, wishing he’d forget the night she’d made a fool of herself in the barn. She glanced at the clock and, looking for a distraction, she said, “Charlie should be awake. We should go. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.”
    She discarded the rest of her muffin, took care of Stallone, then ran a toothbrush over her teeth. Once finished she found Cole at the front door waiting for her.
    He gave Stallone a scrub behind the ears and asked, “Does he stay here alone all day?”
    “Sometimes I take him to work with me, but when I know I have a busy day scheduled I leave him here and call the dog walker.”
    “I could walk him for you.”
    As she looked at the man dominating the front entrance her heart beat a little faster. He was harder now, tougher, but neither time nor distance had changed her feelings for him. Since last night’s dreams proved she couldn’t fight her attraction to him, common sense dictated the less time she spent with him the better. She was already in too deep where he was concerned, and the fact that he gave her plant more attention than her slinky nightie spoke volumes. Perhaps she should start dating some of those bachelors her mother went to great lengths to find. And perhaps she should start giving them a chance instead of comparing everyone to the boy from her youth—a boy who was solid, steadfast and reliable, the toughest guy she knew—because when she did they always came up short.
    “Everything okay?” he asked.
    “Fine,” she answered. “And thanks for your offer, but Stallone loves his walker, and he gets to play with all the other dogs.”
    She locked up and they made their way outside and walked toward his truck. She climbed inside and her eyes never left him as he circled the truck to jump into the driver’s seat. A few minutes later, they were passing rows and rows of houses that all looked similar. A car horn sounded as a sports car sped by them, trying to catch the light before it turned red. When she noticed Cole had gotten awfully quiet she cast him a glance.
    She resisted the urge to place a comforting hand on his arm and said, “Charlie’s going to be okay. He’ll be out playing before you know it.”
    He smiled and gave a quick nod. “I know. Thanks to you he’ll be back in the field with me in no time at all, and once again we’ll be working side by side.”
    “He’s going back to work?”
    “Damn straight. He loves it and he’s good at it.” He scrubbed his chin, and she could tell he had something else on his mind.
    “What?” she asked.
    He tossed her one of his disarming grins, and her insides swirled like an unleashed tornado. “Well…” he began.
    She arched a curious brow, and when they stopped for a red light, she asked, “What’s on your mind, Cole?”
    “Last night the guys and I were thinking about your no-kill shelter and how we can help.”
    She lifted a hopeful brow. “You guys are going to come to the