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hand on top of her head. She’d come down the stairs as Annie was talking to Fletch. “What have I told you about leaving Mr. Fletcher alone when he’s working?”
    “I know, but Mommy, he was banging around in here and saying some of those words you told me I wasn’t allowed to say. I came in to see if he needed help and we started talking.”
    Fletch hadn’t smiled as much as he had today in a long time. “It’s fine, Emily. We were just getting to know each other.”
    “I hope she wasn’t a bother.”
    “Never.”
    Emily smiled at Fletch shyly, the disparaging remarks of others who were annoyed at her child obviously fresh in her mind. “Okay. Come on, Annie, show me what you’ve made today. I can see you worked very hard to make the perfect race course.”
    “Oh yeah, Mommy, it’s awesome! Come see! The mean ol’ blue car didn’t get to win today, his car broke down, like ours did that one time, and the red and green car zoomed past him in the last second.”
    Fletch watched as mother and daughter went around the side of the house to where Annie had made her race track in the dirt. He bent over the engine of the Charger again, all the while listening to Annie chatter away to her mom about her cars. The kid had an amazing imagination and Fletch looked forward to getting to know her better.
    It wasn’t only the little girl he wanted to know better, either. Emily was fascinating to him. He’d caught her checking him out, but despite Fletch being friendly and open toward her, she didn’t go out of her way to speak to him or otherwise interact other than polite hellos and goodbyes. She was attentive and loving to her daughter, but it was more than that. He’d been fighting a surprising attraction to her since she’d knocked on his door a couple weeks ago. Surprising because he was usually attracted to women who were more…polished, for lack of a better word. Those who styled their hair, had perfect makeup, and showed off their bodies with provocative clothes.
    Most of the times he’d seen Emily, she’d looked very natural. Usually in jeans and T-shirts with her hair pulled back. She rarely wore makeup, but she didn’t need it, and it all made her seem…approachable. Down-to-earth.
    And her slightly mussed look made him think about what she might look like after making love, or first thing in the morning when she woke up in bed.
    Fletch shifted and groaned. The last thing he needed was a woody. He grinned, but the visual of what he would look like to her if she walked back into the garage was enough to will his erection to go down.
    Fletch made the decision right then and there to get to know Emily better. It probably wasn’t smart to get involved with a tenant, but the hell with it. Something inside was pushing him to see where a relationship with Emily could go. He relied on his instincts a lot. They’d saved his life more than once. And right now his instincts were telling him that Emily was just the type of woman who would understand who he was and what he did.
    Satisfied with his decision, Fletch went back to work on the car, whistling, happier than he’d been in a long time, turning over through his mind how he’d approach Emily. The anticipation of a courtship coursing through his veins.
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    E mily kissed Annie’s forehead and closed the latest episode of The Boxcar Children she’d been reading to her. She made sure to stop at the public library every week, loading up on enough books to keep her daughter entertained until she could go back to get more.
    “Mommy, why is it okay for Fletch to draw all over his arms, but I can’t draw on mine?”
    Emily held back a smile and tried to look stern. “They’re called tattoos, honey, and they’re permanent. They aren’t drawings.”
    “He has a lot. How did he make them pernanent?”
    “Per ma nent. It means they won’t ever go away. They’re put there with a needle.” Emily tried to make the process sound as unappealing as possible,