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slackened and her eyes grew rounder before they turned into slits to give him the I-will-strangle-you look he often got from his sister when he riled her. Bors couldn't help it. He laughed. Damn she was pretty. Who was this woman? Definitely not from here. He and his brothers knew all, if not most, of the hot woman in the area. But not this one.
    New in town? Must be visiting someone for a week. He glanced down at the black oblong shaped case sitting on the floor and then looked back at her charming face. Her scowl went deeper. Yeah, a visitor.
    Bors was used to charming women's panties with his smile. He'd never met one that didn't find him funny or handsome. Okay, he stank and he needed a haircut, but man, he was still a hunk, right? Apparently, not for this woman.
    If it weren't for the pain in his arm, he'd think he was dreaming of facing an angel: tempting curved mouth, thick dark lashes, exquisitely dainty nose, and dark brown-rimmed coffee eyes that reminded him of Starbucks Frappuccino. Her cheeks resembled a flush of sunset on snow with the most delicious light brown skin. Fucking beautiful.
    Her dark brown hair with flecks of gold hung carelessly over her shoulders. Windblown or finger-brushed? He didn't care. He could stare at her forever.
    She must be of a mixed race. Euro-American maybe. He couldn't tell. One thing for sure though, the woman was a freaking goddess. Her green top hugged her body. The design was meant to expose her shoulders, but he wasn't quite sure if the designer's intention was for her breasts to look ready to pop out. Not that he minded looking. The brown silk ribbon tied around her midriff emphasized the size of those perfectly molded tits. Man, she looked delectable.
    He'd had his share of women. In all honesty he liked them, enjoyed their presence, especially in the bedroom. He loved their womanly scent, their voice, their soft fingers and silky thighs. He particularly loved the look of a woman after sex. They glowed like fireflies at night.
    But this woman sitting across from him made him think of nice things. Wickedly nice things like licking ice cream off her lips, taking the first bite off a freshly baked brownie, lying naked on the grass with her sitting astride him, leaning forward with her hair touching his face, waiting for a hot and wet kiss; and the erotic feel of crisp sheets beneath him with her on top and again naked. His mind supplied the vision of what he would do to her and quickly overindulged. As quick as a finger snap, his body turned hot. His dick hardened. In a matter of minutes, he'd developed an intense lust for her, which to his estimation she didn't return. She looked annoyed and in pain. Bors looked down at her feet. One ankle was red and a bit swollen.
    The woman grimaced. “You're staring.”
    Bors shifted from his position. “I know. Can't help it.”
    “It's rude.”
    “Better than what I'm thinking right now.”
    The woman stuttered while she colored prettily. “What? Good God. A pack of buffoons must have raised you. Got to be. Lusting after a wounded woman ... unbelievable.”
    Her reaction was what he wanted. To invoke anger to take her mind off her foot. “Lusting? Who said anything about lusting?” You have no idea, baby.
    “You just said ... never mind.”
    “What happened to your foot?”
    “Twisted it. Now it's broken.”
    Bors looked at the woman's black shoes. They were scuffed, dirty, and one heel barely attached to the shoe. Despite the damage, the shoes looked new.
    “If I were you, I'd remove that darn thing. Hell, it looks useless to me.”
    “My foot?”
    Bors grinned. “Your one heel. It's broken.”
    “And walk without it.”
    “I would think it's better to walk without it.”
    “And you know that, how? You wore shoes with a missing heel before?”
    “No, but with your ankle red and swollen—”
    “Swollen? My ankle is perfectly fine.”
    “Wow. Sorry, I didn't know that's your ankle's normal size,” he remarked with