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Take your time. I’ll just hang out and watch TV or
something.” He sauntered to the couch and sat, legs spread in that guy way.
    Britt caught her breath and swallowed to ease the lump in her
throat. She stepped through the archway and into the bay nook she’d set up as
an office, sat and took a deep breath. Damn, if she turned her head just so,
she could see him in her line of vision. She hoped it wasn’t someone she’d need
privacy to talk to.
    Such as Lexi harping on that contest and wanting Britt to
turn the pictures over to her.
    Or a nosy neighbor prying into her life, wondering who this
man was.
    Or Doris, god forbid.
    He turned her on like crazy, which gave her this obsessive
need to separate him from the rest of her life.
    She glanced at the phone’s screen. Crap. Doris.
    What a mood killer.
    Britt bit her lip. It was her day off, so she didn’t have to answer it.
    It rang and vibrated on her desktop calendar, making vague
paper-crunching noises.
    Let it go to voicemail.
    She slid a look at Diego. Her insides jumped with excitement
to get out that door with him.
    Ignore it…
    Britt pulled in a rush of air. It could be news about the
Victoria’s Secret runway gig.
    “But if it was good news Doris and I got the Victoria’s
gig,” she murmured to herself as the phone continued to ring, “Doris would hate
Diego, insist I dump him for my job’s sake. I should probably back out on the
bike rally, not take the risk of getting into controversy.”
    What I don’t know won’t hurt me. Or make me decide not to do something I’m dying to experience.
    Yeah. That was it. In this case, ignorance had a definite
possibility of turning into bliss. So she let it go to voicemail. She’d listen
to it later tonight.
    Britt grinned at herself and walked away from her desk,
phone in hand. On a brave whim, she reached out to him as she passed by on her
way to get her jacket. He didn’t hesitate to snatch her hand. It felt dwarfed
in his. The heat from his palm traveled into her icy fingers and a surprising
sense of calm overtook her.
    “Sorry about that. I’ll be with you in a short bit.” She
stepped away. Their fingers held, uncurled, separated as she started for the
foyer closet.
    He winked. “I know you will.”
    She opened the closet door, slid her gaze to Diego where he
lounged on her couch with the remote. He seemed engrossed in the television,
punching the buttons until he found a program about a motorcycle shop building
a bike for a celebrity, oblivious to what that wink had done to her insides.
    Holy moley, he looks so hot.
    Her heart pounded. A flood of juice trickled from her pussy.
She suppressed a rush of lust and tore her gaze from him, forcing herself to
stroll into her room, grab a random ponytail holder off the dresser and slip it
on her wrist.
    She didn’t even look at him when she stepped back into the
room. She couldn’t, or she feared she’d jump him and get that bulge inside her
before she even realized what she’d done. Instead, she snatched her backpack
from the barstool, slipped her cell inside a pocket and turned to the door. She
announced, “Are you ready? I sure am.”
    “Um, you’re going to want to pull that gorgeous hair back
and bring a heavier jacket.”
    She couldn’t avoid looking at him anymore, so she pivoted
around to face him. He stood over by the fireplace, his thumbs hooked in his
front pockets, looking sexier than any man had a right to.
    “I am?”
    “The morning wind’ll be chilly, not to mention it’ll knot
all that thick hair up. Mm, you’re going to look hot on the back of my
monster.” He angled his head, narrowed his eyes and added, “You’re cool with
riding on a motorcycle, aren’t you?”
    His monster .
    What had gotten into her? Innocent words, a look and the
thought of something as nonsexual as his motorcycle flipped a switch in her
head and made her mind walk on the wild side and her crotch go all hot.
    Did she have an electrical short in her