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muscles flex makes my insides tighten. An urge to touch him is combated by my quickly grabbing the belt loops on my shorts to keep my hands occupied. I sashay around stacks of boxes and misarranged furniture.
    “Sorry about the clutter. I’m hoping to be done by the end of the week. I have to go back to work next Monday.”
    I follow him into the kitchen. Random cabinet doors hang open and the counter is buried with more boxes. He walks over to the refrigerator. “Do you take milk in your coffee?”
    “ Yes, and sugar, please. Thanks,” I say.
    He starts the pot then spreads out his arms. “So, this is the kitchen,” he laughs.
    I laugh , too. “I figured that when I saw the stove. It’s nice.”
    “I’m going to rip out these cabinets and put new ones in during the winter. House building is usually slow during cold months.”
    “ I bet you’re good with your hands.”
    One eyebrow rises and he offers a suggestive grin, or maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.
    He takes me on a tour of the house. We start on the main level. In each room he shares his ideas for decorating. I offer some of my own when he asks. With the first floor concluded, I follow him upstairs. His tight jeans offer a nice view as we climb the stairs. Behave. Remember, friends.
    Two small rooms flank to the right side of the hallway. Each of the Miller children must have had a room as noted by the pink and blue colors.
    “I’m going to m ake this one an office,” he says pointing to the smaller, blue room. I lean in past him to poke my head into the room. As I do, I inhale his scent. That combination of his shampoo, clean cotton, and him is a mental seduction. I want to turn around and taste him to see how wonderful that is too, but I fight to control my urges. Still, I steal another quick whiff of him before I shake myself back to the conversation.
    At the end of the hallway is the bathroom. Fluffy, beige towels are piled on edge of the tub, and a few toiletries—an electric razor, a bar of soap, and a container of deodorant—are scattered on the top of the sink. I feel awkward that I know something more personal about Dylan now that I know the brand of soap he uses. The wrapper reads Clean Linen. That explains the cottony smell.
    “Sorry. The bathroom isn’t as clean as yours. I’m working on it.”
    “You’ve only been here one day. You’ll be fine once everything is put away.” I look up and he’s staring at me. A surge of electricity races from my head, down my body. A small knot forms in my stomach.
    He points to the hall closet. “This is where I thought your expertise would come in handy. Maybe you could suggest how I should set it up.”
    “Sure.” I nod . “You’d have to show me what you want to keep in here first. That way I’ll know what I’m working with.”
    His smile reveals his dimples. “It’s just sheets and towels and extra soap and stuff.”
    “Oh ,” I say, because I don’t know what else to say.
    “Um, this is the master bedroom.” He holds an open hand out to the room across from the two smaller ones. Large in area, there’s a king sized bed on the far wall. The blanket and throw pillows are haphazardly tossed on top.
    “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting company just yet.” A fl icker of red brushes his cheeks.
    The knot that started in my stomach tightens and a tingle spreads down my legs. An awkward silence hangs in the air between us as I try to stifle thoughts of rolling around that big bed with him.
    M y inappropriate images are interrupted when the phone rings.
    “That was quick. I just called to turn it on yesterday. The phone’s downstairs. I’ll be right back. Excuse me.”
    “Sure,” I say and he disappears down the stairs. The phone isn’t the only thing he turned on yesterday… Without him next to me I look at the bed again and wonder if I truly would have made my contemplations a reality. The traffic in my head is stifling. The two sides of my brain—the naughty side