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this is Jennie, a friend of mine. She’ll be visiting for a couple of days.”
    A couple of days . Jennie silently choked. What happened to just overnight? She offered the pretty teenager a friendly smile and watched Gray give the girl three twenty-dollar bills before excusing himself to walk the babysitter to her car.
    She wrapped her arms around her waist and tried to determine the layout of the house. This room appeared to be the focal point. Off to the sides were hallways with more doors that probably led to the bedrooms. It was terribly plain. The room felt cold, and it wasn’t from the air conditioning. The outside appeared more welcoming than the interior.
    She took a step closer to the long counter that separated the kitchen and modern eating area, and paled. The kitchen sink was piled high with dishes. Paper plates and used napkins and red plastic cups were still on the table. In the center were an open box of Cap’n Crunch cereal and a pizza box. Her temporary roommates were pigs.
    The minute Gray walked back into the house and closed the door, he upped his keep-your-distance radar to maximum. This had been a huge mistake. You know nothing about her. Why was she really headed for Fort Mavis? Her presence could ruin everything. His father would love to know his prodigal son was entertaining an unmarried woman in his home, corrupting the mind of an innocent ten-year-old boy. Don’t touch her, don’t touch her. Show her a room, bid her good night. Nothing more.
    “She seems very nice,” Jennie said, keeping up a friendly banter.
    “Marsha’s mother is Brenda, the waitress who served our dinner.” He gripped the handle of her suitcase. “The bedroom is right this way.”
    The cold vibes coming off Grayson when he walked by her could freeze an igloo. Had she done something wrong? What happened to Mr. Warm and Fuzzy? Her wolf had a definite burr up his ass. And they say women are fickle.
    The room was straitlaced and neat, and had a regular-size bed, one nightstand and lamp, a triple dresser with a mirror, and, surprisingly, a white wicker rocker that matched the rest of the furniture. The bed was covered by a wedding-ring-patterned quilt and had matching pillows. Plain white drapes on the two windows were drawn back, and she wondered if his neighbors would be able to see in, since there weren’t any shades. It would be pleasant to sit in the rocker to look out the window.
    “The bathroom is right in here,” he said, and turned on the light. “Towels and any toiletries you might need are in the hall linen closet.”
    Jennie leaned a hip against the dresser and crossed her arms. “I’ve met bellhops who were friendlier. I hope you’re not expecting a tip, because I don’t have any small change .”
    He’d tried to avoid looking at her, but she folded her arms under her breasts, which were straining to escape the thin material. He wanted to lower those arms, rip off that damn top, and indulge his taste buds on her beautiful breasts—no, her girls.
    Jennie wasn’t oblivious to where his eyes were currently focused, and was very pleased the fire still burned. She stepped away from the dresser and lowered her arms. “Apparently I’ve done something to make you regret offering me a place to stay.”
    “I’m sorry, Jennie. I’m being an ass. You haven’t done anything wrong.”
    He approached her and ran the tip of his finger down her soft cheek, this time avoiding her sweet mouth. “You’re very nice, and I’m sorry if I came on too strong. There’s a great deal going on in my life that, if I had more time, I’d explain.” He gave her a small smile. “Why don’t you get some sleep, and we’ll find out about your replacement truck in the morning? Feel free to help yourself to whatever’s in the kitchen. We wing it on the weekends.”
    She didn’t remind him that truck rental places were generally closed on Sundays. “Any chance you can let me borrow a t-shirt? I need to sort the clothes in