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uneasy feelings stealing over her. Something about the situation felt familiar to her, and not in a good way. She sat up and grabbed her bra and panties. He watched without speaking as she shimmied into her underwear, seeming to be in no hurry to cover his own nakedness. His eyes rested on her bare breasts with frank admiration.
    Waiting until she had hooked her bra, he reached out and encircled one of her wrists, grabbing her full attention.
    “Hey. Relax, Maya. It’s not like we’re strangers. We’ve known each other by phone for almost a year.” He pressed a kiss to the back of her captive hand. “I really enjoyed talking to you. I got curious. I looked at your Facebook page. That’s all.”
    “My Facebook page?” In a distant part of her mind an alarm bell went off.
    But his broad grin seemed to give him a harmless, boyish air. He shrugged.
    “I liked what I saw.” His eyes twinkled. “What man wouldn’t? Don’t tell me you really mind that you’ve been the subject of my erotic daydreams.”
    Put that way, it didn’t seem so stalkerish. Really, she should be flattered. Right?
    She managed a weak smile, even though the knot in her belly wasn’t getting any smaller. “I guess you’ll need to give me a little time to catch up, Andy.”
    Harmless as his interest in her might be, she couldn’t shake the feeling that he was light years ahead of her in this brand new relationship of theirs. Hell, for that matter they didn’t have a relationship. Up until a couple of hours ago, he was just Handy Andy, the short, pale, bookish guy who helped her be a rock star at her job. Her phone pal. The last man on earth she could ever have pictured having sex with.
    Now come to find out he’d fantasized about her sexually for God-knows-how-long. Stared at her picture on Facebook. No doubt read her posts. How often had he checked on her? Was he keeping tabs on her, like Derek did? A shiver ran down her spine. Frankly, the whole thing was creeping her out.  
    “We need to get out of here.” She didn’t mean to sound quite so brusque. He released her hand and she stood up quickly and pulled on her dress. Then she went to the mirror above the dresser and checked her makeup and hair, combing her fingers through her messy curls to disguise the effects of their lovemaking. Her lipstick was only slightly smudged. She took the tube from her purse and repaired the damage, watching past her shoulder in the mirror as he got dressed. He seemed oblivious to her scrutiny, and she found herself appreciating once more the sheer masculine perfection of his body. The memory of Handy Andy’s unexpected “transformation” would probably always boggle her mind. No wonder she’d let herself get carried away today!
    But forgiving herself for today’s lapse in judgment, and feeling comfortable knowing Andy had pretty much been spying on her were two very different things.  
    * * * *
    Andy sat on his deck, overlooking the pool and lush expanse of lawn that was his back yard. He still had an hour before the nursery opened this morning, and he was determined to enjoy his cup of coffee and Sunday paper. As he thumbed through the pages, he spotted a piece about the Unforgettable Homes Show, which had closed the weekend before. The article named the award-winning entries. “Best in Show” went to Wilson Superior Homes.
    His eyes skimmed the article for Maya’s name, but the piece focused mainly on the architects, builders and designers. Probably very few people knew how hard she had worked behind the scenes.  He would make sure to send a card of congratulations and a showy bouquet as soon as he got to the nursery today.
    Setting the paper aside, he drained the last swig from his mug and stood up. As he gathered the newspaper into a neat stack and opened the sliding door to the kitchen, he tried not to think about how long it had been since they’d said their somewhat strained goodbyes. Well over two weeks. As he did the math, his gut