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shirt he wore showed his flat stomach and the contours of his chest. And his unwashed long hair, lord, long dark and curling at the base of his neck. Cripes, she was a sucker for wavy longhaired guys. No, except Fabio. His hair is thin and gross.
    All of a sudden, she didn't mind sitting across from him anymore. Big Foot, despite his appearance, was not bad looking at all. In fact, his compelling blue eyes, rakish grin, confident set of his shoulders, and long thighs qualified him as a handsome man—in a rugged way. Her gaze lowered to his mouth. Not small and not too big either. Perfect for kissing. Enough to cover hers. Taylor decided she liked his mouth, too. If he didn't smell like month-old garbage, he would be perfect. She kept on staring. It was rude and she knew it. But she was staring for precautionary measure. In case Big Foot suddenly turned into a seven-foot handsome gargoyle, she could run out the door right away.
    A walking sin. Yes, that he was. Any man who had the ability to mesmerize, to stun, to muddle a brain and to make a woman's body tingle, must remain hidden in a religious residence. Especially this one. He was a temptation. Why, in a short time, he had her imagining wicked things about him. Like seeing him naked. Sparkly clean or not.
    The sexy lips began to smile. Taylor looked at him. Gad, how did she miss it? This man was the best of the best of the Abercrombie models. She bet he would look even better on the show, Dirty Jobs, wearing jeans splattered with mud, shirtless...
    The man's lips quirked up as if trying to stop his smile.
    Man, what great mouth you have.
    “Thinking about kissing me?”
    Taylor blinked in surprise. “What?”
    “I asked if you're thinking about kissing me.”
    “Kissing you?” Handsome maybe, but gentleman he wasn't. “Of course not. No, no. I was thinking more along the line of showers. We, I mean, you should ... in need of one.” Crap, brain. Work!
    “Ah, so you're having fantasies about us.”
    Taylor's cheeks burned. “What fantasies?” She was fantasizing seeing him naked, but not with her. So rude. If her feet weren't hurting, she would kick his shin.
    “Us. Taking a shower together.”
    “You're nuts. Are you sure, you should be in this clinic? Really, you obviously don't belong here. This place is for kids, therefore, conversations are rated G.”
    “I am a frequent visitor here.”
    “Why, are the doctors here using you as an example of what a dirty person looks like?”
    “No. But the doctors always tell the kids to eat their veggies so they would grow up as big, strong and handsome as me.”
    Taylor looked at the receptionist who kept glancing at the man with a dreamy look on her face. “The doctors here must be nuts to take you in as a patient since you're obviously over eighteen and arrogant.”
    “Arrogant?”
    “Not very many would call themselves beautiful or handsome.”
    “But I am handsome.” The man smiled showing his white straight teeth.
    “Says who?”
    “Can't remember their names.”
    “They must be blind.”
    “Man, I thought I'm hot.”
    “Hot is Christian Bale.”
    “Have you met him?”
    “Once. He said hi, I said hello. He smelled nice and ... well, his hair was kind of like yours, but clean.”
    “Tough competition.”
    “Very tough.” She picked up a Parenting Magazine, turned the pages without seeing the articles. Her mind focused on the man sitting across from her staring boldly as if she was some kind of an interesting movie.
    “Did you dream about kissing him the way you did when you were looking at me a minute ago?”
    “No.” She snapped the magazine closed. “And will you stop saying that I dreamed of kissing an icky, stinky, jerk like you. You still must be dreaming.”
    “Icky? You're no sparkling clean goddess yourself.”
    “I beg your pardon?”
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    “What happened to you? Looks like the Greek gods tossed you out of Olympus and landed on a barge full of garbage.”
    The woman's jaw