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place for me, but…”
    “It’ll be okay now,” Hallie soothed.
    “How? Maybe I don’t have the house to fall
back on any more. Maybe bloody Anton’s wrecked everything. I need
the equity to set up my own studio once I have the New York
qualification.” She glared at her friends, and then added in a
softly desperate tone, “And in the meantime, I have to share my
house with the sexiest man I’ve ever met. And I have to keep my
hands off him!”
     

CHAPTER THREE
    “Where the hell have you been?” Anton
demanded as he strode through the front doorway, pail of paint
swinging from one hand, ladder under his other arm, and temper at
boiling point.
    He knew the instant Jetta had returned—he’d
heard the gate creak open, and watched as she pushed the kitchen
window wide for fresh air.
    “Hello to you, too,” she said.
    “So?”
    “I’ve been with friends. You know—people you
actually like, who are polite to you and don’t try and steal your
house?”
    He tried not to react to that, even though
his gut churned with annoyance. Two wasted hours! He could have got
a lot done in that time.
    Obviously his soon-to-be-housemate was still
pretty upset. And downright pretty now she’d cleaned herself up.
The hilarious old hat had covered short glossy hair, black as coal.
Her big eyes were shadowed silver-grey, and her cupid’s bow mouth
pouted rosy pink. He tried not to inspect her lushly feminine body,
showing to great advantage in snug white trousers and a summery
sea-green top.
    The dust covered, red eyed waif he’d met
earlier had disappeared. Maybe it was better if she stayed mad at
him, because this new and attractive version would be hell on his
hormones. Especially if her necklines often dipped that low.
    “The house is half mine. Get over it,” he
taunted.
    “Bastard!”
    “True, unfortunately.”
    Jetta gasped, maybe realizing what she’d
unwittingly said. “You can finish the kitchen floor if you’re so
keen. I’m going to put this on my bedroom door.” She reached into
her bag and pulled out a big, ugly, galvanized sliding bolt
arrangement. Ideal for a chicken coop or a farm gate.
    “Thinking of keeping livestock?” he asked,
tucking his tongue in his cheek.
    “Keeping animals like you out.”
    “Wasn’t planning on visiting.”
    “Good—because you’re not invited.”
    “Glad we got that settled. Do you want to
borrow my toolkit?”
    She looked daggers at him and dived into the
bag again, rummaging around until she produced a gleaming new
screwdriver and flourished it at him. “I don’t need your help,
thank you.”
    “What about a drill?”
    Her triumphant expression faded, and he
softened. “At least let me put it on for you. You’ll wreck the
door, and these old paneled ones are worth money when they’re
recycled.”
    “You won’t be recycling them. You won’t be
demolishing my house.”
    “Make a mess of it then,” he rasped, turning on his
heel and stalking out.
    Jetta watched him go, wondering if she’d been
too rude to him. But dammit, he was the one being rude. If he
thought he could just breeze in and ride roughshod over her plans,
he could think again. Had he even asked? Suggested? No—he’d
demanded. And she hadn’t liked it. If he thought flashing her one
of his high-voltage smiles, giving in on paint colors, and making
her a good cup of coffee would change her mind, he was sorely
mistaken.
    She caught sight of him through the
window—all long legs, broad shoulders, and blue eyes as he strode
off home in a huff. Great—he was leaving her property. She’d
certainly been stirred up and shivery when he arrived in such a
temper.
    As she changed into her shorts and T-shirt
her bare toes hit the old suitcase she’d shoved under the bed
earlier. She expended some of her pent up energy and annoyance in a
short sharp curse, then bent and pushed the case further in out of
her way. It could go in the big bin on Monday—opened or not.
    She’d only just returned to