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tall.
    “I think a compromise is in order here,
Betsy. I’m willing to consider adding a few trees to my plans if
you’re willing to take me on as a client for six months.”
    “Six months!” Betsy repeated, confused.
    “I will have the first house completed by
then. Hopefully you will be able to tell me it’s sold.” He paused
briefly. “I’m also willing to pay you seven percent of the selling
price instead of your usual six.”
    Betsy didn’t need time to think. Sometime
during the night she’d come to accept the fact that she’d lost the
land. It might take a while, but she’d find another magnificent
hill on which to build her dream house. In the meantime, she’d have
a chance to work at adding to her near depleted bank account. But
she was having an extremely difficult time saying yes to Skylar
Blakewood’s generous offer.
    Suddenly, as if someone else slipped inside
her body and called the shots, she found herself standing and
extending her hand across the desk. “You have yourself a deal,
Skylar.”
    When he grasped hold of her hand to seal the
deal with a gentleman’s handshake, a hot tingling sensation raced
from the tips of her fingers to the tips of her toes. She sensed
Skylar felt it too by his sudden starry-eyed look. But the way he
snapped his hand back and began moving around his desk to the door
proved her theory wrong.
    He opened the solid wood door and in an
uneven voice said, “I’ll get a copy of the house plans to you in a
couple of days.”
    “That should be helpful in stirring up
interest in some of my buyers.” Betsy heard some unevenness in her
own voice as she moved toward the door. Toward the intoxicating
scent of him that had temporarily weakened when he moved away from
his desk.
    “I was hoping I’d find you here.”
    The familiar high-pitched voice sent an icy
chill through Betsy. She didn’t have to crane her neck around as
Skylar had done to see who the voice belonged to.
    “Stephanie.” Skylar smiled, almost blushed
when Stephanie Rogers pressed her tall lean body against him and
kissed his cheek.
    Betsy wanted to turn her head away. The
sight of the two of them upset her stomach. She saw the imprint of
lip gloss Stephanie left on his cheek when she slowly pulled back
her face. When she cuddled up to him, Betsy thought she might
really be sick.
    With luck, Betsy hoped she could slip out
around them without being noticed. But the realistic side of her
warned they were taking up too much of the doorway for her to pull
it off. She ignored the warning.
    Flattening her back against the door frame,
she squeezed through. The sound of Skylar’s voice let her know she
wasn’t home free even though her fierce strides had put her near
the front door when he called out.
    “Where’s the fire?”
    “I’m late for an appointment,” Betsy shouted
so she wouldn’t have to look back.
    She went out the door and crashed into a
wall of heat that took her breath away, temporarily immobilizing
her. Of course her state had to be the result of the sudden impact
of heat. She refused to consider leftover emotions from the scene
inside had anything to do with her suffocating feeling.
    It took a few minutes before she found
herself buckled up inside her car and driving toward her office.
There wasn’t a doubt in her mind Mary would be relieved when she
told her she’d taken Skylar on as a client. Especially after she’d
told her less than an hour earlier she wasn’t going to. Mary said
she understood. But Betsy didn’t see how she could possibly
understand the way this man made her body come alive in such a
magical way whenever he got near her.
    “You look hard at it,” Betsy commented as
she entered the building and dropped in a chair near Mary’s
desk.
    Without glancing up from the paperwork she
had in front of her, Mary spoke. “I’m working on a profit and loss
statement for you to take along to your meeting at the bank this
afternoon.”
    With all the emotional turmoil