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like to hear from a new neighbor.”
    After Rhett grinned at her, he opened
his door and got out. She pushed hers open and twisted in the seat.
Before she could jump down, he was there, his hands gripping her
waist.
    “ Don’t you know how to wait
for a man to open your car door?”
    “ Haven’t had one opened for
me in so long I didn’t know I was supposed to wait,” Taylor
countered.
    “ Next time,” he said as he
drew her down from the seat to slide along his firm body, “you let
me come open your door so I can help you get out. It’s the
gentlemanly thing to do.”
    A thrill rippled through her. She
wasn’t sure if it was because of the close contact or that he was
already talking about a next time. She nodded. “So, you’re a
gentleman, are you?”
    He drew her closer and looked down
into her face. “I’m trying real hard to be.”
    Taylor wasn’t exactly sure what he
meant by that, but she did like the feel of him surrounding her
body. Thoughts of fighting him escaped her mind and she melted into
his heat, her mind made up. She wasn’t letting this opportunity
slip through her fingers. She’d have a taste of Rhett Banes before
one of them disappeared again.
    “ Let’s see that house,” he
said suddenly, pulling away from her.
    Taylor frowned, not sure what had just
happened, but she followed him up the walkway because no one was
getting in the way of her finally sneaking a peek in that house.
She had to walk carefully not to trip in his too-big pants, but
she’d take it not to be completely bared to the
elements.
    He pulled his keys out once they were
on the wraparound porch and pushed the door open a few moments
later. “After you,” he said lowly, ushering her in.
    She walked inside the massive foyer.
Moonlight streamed inside the large windows along the wooden
stairs, but she couldn’t make much more out. It was warmer inside
than she expected. Light flashed on after she heard a
click.
    Dusty hardwood covered the floors, and
the massive curving stairs along one side were absolutely grand.
The outer stone wall showed along the stairs, not covered by
plaster. A small chandelier hung from the center of the
space.
    “ Who knew old dungaree Lutz
lived it up like this in here?” she asked.
    “ From what I hear, his wife
was a city girl from Houston and he outfitted this place with every
amenity he could to make her feel like she lived in an extravagant
country cabin instead of a farmhouse. His son-in-law says this
house is what wooed her into marrying him. You should see the rest
of the house.”
    “ I plan on it!” she cried
as she walked into the room across from the stairs. As soon as she
walked through, another click sounded and light filled the space.
It was humongous—a massive great room with a fireplace almost as
tall as she was, made from the same stone as the outside of the
house. A few dusty pieces of furniture still remained covered in
white sheets, remnants of days gone by. On the other end was a
kitchen, open to the great room. It was dated, but had so much
potential. She walked closer, wanting more of a peek.
    “ I’ll update the kitchen
and the bathrooms, put in new fixtures,” he said, again reading her
mind. “Clean it up and paint.”
    “ Don’t take away all its
charm, though,” she said as she walked into the space. “I certainly
hope you’re not going to make it too modern.”
    Rhett shoved his hands in his pockets
and shrugged. “I haven’t thought that far ahead yet. I guess
whatever we can salvage, we might use.”
    Taylor rubbed her hands over the old
cabinets. “These look handcrafted. You’re not going to find those
too easily today.”
    “ I suppose not,” he said
lowly.
    A huge farmer’s sink sat in the midst
of the counter. “Or this. Do you know how expensive these are now?
You definitely have to try to salvage this. It’s too beautiful to
get rid of.” Both of their families had humble origins, but they’d
grown up just fine. Hopefully all