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soaking the front of her tee shirt. Grabbing one of the tea towels from the stove, she dabbed at her front trying to dry herself off.
    “I’m as wet as the damn dog.” Dominic walked into the kitchen unbuttoning his wet shirt as he entered the room. “What happened to you?”
    She tried to ignore the unwanted rush of heat that coiled low in her abdomen at the glimpse of the hard, flat muscles of his chest. 
    “Accident with the tap.” She abandoned her attempt to dry off with the tea towel and resigned herself to being wet, muddy, cold and hungry. From the way Dominic was staring at her wet top, she’d better add embarrassed as well.
    He caught her gaze as she crossed her arms defensively across her chest and dull colour tinged his cheekbones.
    “I’d better get changed. I’ll be back down in a couple of minutes. Can you keep an eye on Mutley? He tries to sneak in if he thinks I’m not looking.” Dominic headed past her through the door at the far end of the kitchen and a few seconds later she heard his footsteps ascending the stairs. Scrubbing at her bare arms to dispel the goose pimples she risked another peep through the window, although this time she made sure the taps were off.
    The garden was small but pretty with a couple of fruit trees and spring flowers gleaming like tiny jewels in the borders. Mutley sat under a blossom tree swathed in a large ancient dark blue towel. As soon as he saw her at the window however he stood and shook himself free before racing towards the back door of the cottage. It was exactly a fraction of a second later that Lucy realised that Dominic hadn’t properly closed the back door.
    She reached the door at the same time as the dog. The next thing she knew she was flat on her back on the boot room floor with Mutley lovingly trying to lick her face again. She attempted to fend off the dog and wipe drool from her face whilst trying to get to her feet.
    “Mutley! Outside!”
    The dog gave her a last lick around her ear, then obeyed Dominic’s command. Dominic stepped over her to close the back door once the dog was gone before helping Lucy to her feet. 
    He grasped her hand and hauled her to her feet. Standing so close to him without her shoes the top of her head was level with his chin and she had to tilt her chin to meet his gaze. Electricity crackled like static between them. He’d changed his dirty corduroy trousers and check shirt for a pair of faded jeans and a fitted black tee shirt. Somehow in the few minutes he’d been upstairs he’d found time to wash too, the lemony clean scent of his soap tickled her nose.
    “Mutley’s really taken to you. Normally, he’s quite wary around strangers.” 
    She snatched her hand away, the skin tingling from where Dominic had helped her up. The sensations made her feel breathless and out of control. 
    “So I should be flattered?” She’d had enough for one day, every bit of her ached, she was starving hungry and Dominic seemed to think she should be pleased that his dog had just trampled her. Her butt hurt from the crash landing on the tiled floor and her face felt icky with dog drool. If this was the dog liking her, then he probably ate the people he didn’t like.
    “Okay, it’s not the best compliment in the world.” The corner of Dominic’s mouth lifted in a smile transforming and softening his features. “I’m sorry. I left a tee shirt and a clean towel in the bathroom for you. Go on upstairs and clean up. I’ll make us some lunch.”
    “Thank you.” His unexpected thoughtfulness took some of the steam out of her annoyance.
    “Bathroom is facing you at the top of the stairs.” He stood to one side to allow her to pass.
    Lucy slowly made her way along the small hallway, stealing a glance through the open door of the lounge as she passed by. It was a cosy room with an attractive brick fireplace. It was exactly the kind of room you could cuddle up in on a cold winter’s night with the wind roaring over the