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leather vest again,
or would he have opted for a bit more clean-cut image? Really, it didn’t matter
to her either way. Her type or not, the man would be hot however he presented
himself, whether clothed or naked.
    Mmmm, naked. Now that’s a nice thought.
    She unlocked the deadbolt and turned the knob. Her pulse
palpitated as she pulled the door open almost in slow motion, her breath held
in, waiting…
    She released the air.
    Diego stood outside holding a long, narrow box in the crook
of his arm. Her heart did an odd roll in her chest at the picture he made. He’d
shaved his jaw smooth but had left the beginnings of a mustache and goatee. His
eyes glowed in that predator’s way, making her feel naked and nervous. Damp
hair had been hand-combed away from his face, so she assumed he’d secured it
low at his nape in a ponytail, not loose as it had been at the store. He again
wore leather, though it appeared newer and sleeker—a jacket this time. It lent
him that dangerous look, the one that had kept her distracted on the set the entire
shoot yesterday, and awake all last night.
    A thrill of recklessness shimmied up her spine. But that
dangerous look, god help her, hit her tenfold now. How could that be possible,
to ooze even more magnetism than when she’d first met him?
    Her gaze traveled down the long length of him, over the
chiseled, t-shirt-clad chest peeping out from beneath the jacket. Her palms
tingled and she suppressed the sudden need to reach out and skate her hands
across the defined pectorals, to explore downward over the washboard abs she
could discern beneath the snug fabric.
    Breathe. Talk. For heaven’s sake, do something.
    But she couldn’t resist further inspection. He’d donned
jeans again, she noted with pleasure, but this time they were even more worn
with rips and holes that afforded her glimpses of tanned knees and thighs
scattered by faint whorls of deep-brown, curly hair. The ankles of the jeans
were settled around scuffed leather boots, but her gaze kept returning to the
crotch of his pants. With a darting glance and a surge between her legs, she
took note of the tattered, thin fabric cradling a prominent fullness.
    She swallowed. Holy shit, look up, look away.
    From where she stood, she could smell the faint aroma of
soap and a pleasing, musky aftershave. The whole sight he made standing there
with that dark, imperceptible look on his tanned face could have brought her to
her hands and knees if she hadn’t been clutching the door.
    “Good morning, Britt,” he said in a raspy voice. There
wasn’t even a trace of a smile, just that penetrating look that had the power
to render her speechless.
    Britt shivered. Her mouth went dry. She tried to suppress
the throbbing in her loins, but she couldn’t douse the fire, even knowing
neighbors could be peeping out their curtains, shocked that a man like this
stood on her doorstep making her swoon.
    “Hi there.” Britt stood aside, waved him in and took a quick
visual sweep of the condos across from hers before she shut the door.
    He stepped just over the threshold. His jacket made that
faint squeak. She thought of the moment in the drugstore when he’d drawn her
close to keep her from hitting the floor. She’d inhaled his scent and become
mesmerized by those melt-me eyes.
    Diego offered the box to her. “For you.”
    She reached out and cradled it in her arms. A bouquet of
tissue-wrapped pink roses were framed by the clear cellophane window. “Wow.
They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
    “Might want to put them in water before we leave.”
    “Yes. Yes.” She scurried into the kitchen and pulled down a
vase from the cabinet above the stove. Across the breakfast bar, his gaze
followed her, caressing her. She averted her stare, arranged the roses and
added water.
    But her cell phone buzzed in her office just off the living
room and broke the spell. Or maybe it was a rescue ring? “Um, sorry. Could you
excuse me while I get that?”
    “You bet.