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she lived on a lake, but his rudimentary skills made it look more like a puddle. He’d taught himself how to work with wood, but it was difficult without being able to rely on the internet for help or inspiration. All he had were a pile of his grandfather’s books—which assumed a lot of knowledge probably common among men of the 1940s but not so much among his generation—and the kits he ordered when he went to town. He reached around Molly and fiddled with the door. “There’s a cuckoo in here, but I haven’t been able to get the mechanism right.”
    He also couldn’t get the clock to work, but his sister collected bizarre clocks and had at least a dozen so he doubted she’d have to rely on this one to tell the time.
    Molly’s breathing had gone shallow, and Gabriel noticed how close she was, close enough that her shoulder brushed against his chest as he tried to open the cuckoo’s door. She’d pulled her dark, curly hair back into a loose ponytail, leaving her neck exposed. Standing here next to her, he could look down and appreciate the curve of her breasts. How had he never noticed those curves before? His fingers twitched to explore her the way she’d explored him earlier.
    He let go of the clock, leaving it in her hands, and let his palm slide over her shoulder, down her back until he cupped her waist. He wanted to cup her ass through those ill-fitting jeans, but one step at a time. She was soft and sweet and so very still. He had to be sure he could do this without hurting her and without revealing too much of himself. “Molly. Put the clock down.”
    She slid it onto the workbench unsteadily, her lashes blinking and the tip of her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She was nervous. Good. He was nervous as hell.
    “I’m thinking we should kiss and see what happens,” he said, his voice quiet. None of this felt real, and he didn’t want to wake himself up if he was dreaming. “Just a kiss to see if we connect. If there’s nothing there, that’s okay. We forget this ever happened.”
    Her throat flexed as she swallowed hard. She turned to face him, and he slid his arms around her. So far so good. She was the perfect height, needing him to lean down a little but not so far he wrenched his back. Her arms went around his neck, and she leaned closer, her breasts flattening against his chest. He drew in an unsteady breath at the contact. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head tipped back, and he lowered his lips to hers.
    They both stilled at the first touch. Instinct took over, and their lips parted on a simultaneous sigh of relief.
    Desire swept through him as her tongue hesitantly touched his. He ran his hands up her back and down again as he tried to get closer and closer. She squirmed against him as if she couldn’t get close enough either. Their clothes stood in the way, but with so much heat between them he worried he’d catch fire if he took off her shirt.
    He needed more, though. More kissing and more touching. More looking. He swept his hands down to her ass and lifted her off her feet. He moved so quickly she gasped as he hoisted her onto his workbench. Gently pressing her knees wide open, he stepped against her and tugged her hips to the edge of the bench until the seam of her jeans pressed against his erection.
    Her hips jerked, and they moaned against each other’s mouths.
    “Gabriel,” she whispered.
    “Mmm.” He couldn’t speak. He’d thought they would connect, but he hadn’t expected the connection to feel like he’d touched a live wire.
    She ran her fingers over his chest, each touch leaving a wake of lusty shivers running through his body. She scraped her fingernails into his temples and kissed him so hard, so deep, so long he forgot to breathe. Who needed breath anyway? He could share hers and die a happy man.
    When she finally pulled back, she hit him with a look he’d never seen on her before. Intent and bold, it was the sexiest damn look he’d ever received.
    “I knew