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grimaced in pain. “My—chest. This opening is a lot smaller than I thought.”
    â€œI see.” Gabe cleared his throat. “In that case, it’s your call. If you can’t fit through, we’ll just wait. Imelda’s bound to wonder when you don’t turn up for Sophy’s class.”
    But Summer didn’t take failure kindly. Life had taught her there was always a solution when you looked long and hard enough—and were willing to put up with a little pain.
    â€œI’m trying again.”
    â€œReady down here.”
    Grimly, Summer shoved her shoulder through the narrow opening and turned awkwardly. Her head and neck were through, and then her other shoulder angled up. Next came the hard part as her breasts scraped the metal lip of the panel. Gritting her teeth, she reached over her head, flattened every inch she could, then pulled up until she was halfway out on the roof.
    â€œYou okay up there?”
    â€œI’m fine.” Except for her shoulder, which was aching, and her breasts, which would probably have a few bruises tomorrow.
    â€œDon’t press it. I want to be sure that roof will hold you, so give it a few seconds before you go any higher.”
    Summer took a deep breath of the sea air racing across the lawn. The man was pretty smart—for a landscaper. And like it or not, there was something soothing about his low, calm instructions.
    Not that she needed any instructions.
    She felt the ladder move slightly and looked down. “What’s wrong?”
    â€œNot a thing.” His face was cast in shadow below her. “I was just thinking.”
    â€œIf you found a better way to get us out of here, Morgan, I might have to do something slow and painful to you.”
    His smile was a slash of white in the gloom. “I was just thinking about all the things a man could do to a woman from this position.” Gabe’s hands tightened suddenly. Her skirt was now riding low on her hips, and Summer realized just how close his mouth was when his breath touched her naked stomach where the bottom of her shirt had slid open.
    â€œI don’t know what you mean,” she said breathlessly.
    â€œOh, I think you do.” His breath moved over her skin, hot and moist like the steam from his shower, caressing the sensitive skin below her navel. “You’ve got a great stomach.”
    â€œForget about my stomach,” Summer said hoarsely.
    â€œI’m trying, believe me. But it’s not working.”
    Closing her eyes, Summer was assaulted by a hot vision of his strong shoulders and naked thighs as he’d emerged from her shower. Something fluttered deep in her stomach, just inches away from his clenched mouth.
    The things a man could do to a woman from this position.
    The thought was dangerous, erotic.
    And Summer absolutely, positively refused to think about it. “Too bad, Mr. Morgan. Because I’ll be interested in sex with you just about the time the Chinese give up tea for Gatorade.”
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    The problem was, he hadn’t had a woman in almost eight months, Gabe Morgan thought grimly. The second problem was that the woman was too damned close for sanity.
    He was covered with sweat and he had a knot in his left thigh, but he couldn’t let go of Summer Mulvaney’s strong, slender body or she’d fall.
    Hell, maybe he’d fall, too. And over the last year he’d had more than enough problems.
    First he’d double-timed it out for a nasty mission in the Philippines. After that had come the offshore surveillance op in the middle of a godforsaken sea-lane near Borneo. During his second month at sea, a shipboard explosion had tossed him and three others into Pacific currents for two days before a Navy ship had scooped them up. Then had come a HALO accident, when a jump had gone bad. In the hospital, the doctors told him he held some kind of a record for broken bones, and Gabe believed it when he woke up in a