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him, as if he were the missing piece in the jigsaw puzzle she called life.
    All
afternoon, she tried to reason with herself. She didn’t really believe in love
at first sight. That worked in old movies, fairy-tales, and romance novels, not
in the real world. In the real world, there was so much to
consider—backgrounds, religion, whether children were wanted, and a million
other things she couldn’t think of off-hand. Properly taking the time to get to
know one another would reveal them.
    Then
she would look at Myghal and her heart would race. Every rational thought would
dissolve in the heat of her desire for him. More than desire was impossible
right now, but desire was enough.
    Kerry
had put up another sign announcing seventy-five percent off everything and
business had picked up. There was a sporadic stream of customers in and out all
afternoon and many of them actually bought something. She remained open until
long after Sir Plantsalot had closed, hoping to catch people on their way home
from work.
    It was
well past sunset and there hadn’t been a customer for half an hour when she
decided to call it a night. She asked Myghal to make sure all the lights were
off in the front building and the greenhouse while she made sure everything was
secured outside. When she finished, they could leave.
    As she covered the grounds, she
thought about Myghal. She hadn’t thought much about anything else except him
all day. A customer might distract her for a few moments, but as soon as she
saw him across the lot, she would go all tingly and warm. It had been difficult
to concentrate on selling plants. And became even more difficult when Kerry got
the impression that Myghal expected to go home with her.
    Well,
she had practically promised him a hand-job.
    She felt her face heat up in
embarrassment…but her body heated up as well. By the size of the bulge in his
britches when the tunic lay tight across his lap, she wouldn’t be disappointed.
As long as he knew how to use it.
    She
suspected he knew how to use it very well.
    Kerry grinned at the prospect of
experiencing mind-blowing sex later that night.
    She’d come full circle and was
standing in front of the toolshed when she remembered about the blown bulb. The
grin faded away. She’d just have to do it tomorrow…in the light of day. So she
could see how to screw it in. Yeah, that excuse worked every time.
    She had started up the walkway
toward the greenhouse where Myghal waited when she heard the noise. It sounded
like a pitiful mewing coming from inside the shed. How could a kitten have
gotten in there? She’d only been to the shed twice that day, when she’d changed
the signs, and she hadn’t seen a stray cat all day. She hesitated. The shed had
its back to the nearest outside light, and she only had a penlight with her.
The small beam of light would do little to dispel the darkness within the shed.
    Kerry couldn’t leave the kitten
in the shed all night. It was probably cold and hungry. She could call Myghal
to help her, but then she’d have to explain why she needed him to get a tiny
kitten out of her own shed. Well, chances were, when she opened the door the
kitten would run out and streak off into the night. Maybe she didn’t need to
get Myghal at all.
    Turning on the penlight, she
approached the shed. Her palms were already slick with sweat, even though the
night air was chill enough for a heavy jacket. She put her hand on the
doorknob, but her fingers just slid around it. She wiped her palm on her jeans
and tried again. This time the knob turned.
    She released it and gave the door
a little push to open it wide. She waited, but no tiny ball of fluff shot out
through the door. Then she heard the mewing again. It came from the back of the
shed. The poor thing was probably too frightened to come out.
    “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” she
called out softly and scratched the jamb, hoping to make an interesting enough
noise so the kitten would investigate. “Come on,