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for
the week,” she continued; her thoughts headed swiftly toward ‘stay and never
leave’.
    Now where in the world had that come from?
    Julia let go of her white-knuckled death grip to the
back of her great-grandmother’s sofa, and there was no doubt in her mind her
father was going to kill this one with his bare hands. But he’d have to find
reason to kill the man, now wouldn’t he?
    Julia Hillard, get your head out of the gutter! No one is killing anyone without there
being a viable reason for it . And no viable reason is ever going to be
made!
    Her brain screaming at her, the rest of her body moaned inwardly to this fact. She
wished there could be a viable reason. It would certainly spice up her stagnant
existence.
    “Ya’ll want me to leave and come on back a little
later on, Little Darlin’?” he asked.
    Julia slammed on the brakes; her attention drawn to
his face. Leave? Gracious no! Yet he did look serious about this turn in
their conversation, so she had better act quickly.
    “No. Heaven’s no!” she rushed out, barely
feeling her feet touch the floor, thereby her outburst producing a million watt
grin between his much dimpled cheeks. The man’s eyes had turned to quick-silver
gray, touched with only the slightest of blue coloring, too.
    “You’re lookin’ as if you think I’m about to jump over
a sofa and attack you to within inches of your life, Little Darlin’.” His grin
faded. “I could go on down to the diner at the far end of the street and come on
back a little later on? When you’re a bit more ready for visitors, that is.” He
made a slight move for the door, hat in hand.
    Julia rounded the sofa in near record time. She
grabbed her early morning visitor by his upper arm, sinking her fingers into
hardened muscle. Oh, God, he was just as thickly built as she’d assumed him to
be. “No! I mean no.” She smiled. “I’m fine. You’re fine.” Ain’t that the
truth ! “Now is fine. You being here, um, you being here is fine. Everything
is just…fine.”
    Damnit! If
she did not stop saying the word fine , she’d hang herself by her own
tongue. Nothing was fine. This wasn’t fine . This was incredible! He was
incredible. And she’s a complete idiot. An idiot with very little useable brain
cells in her head capable of having an intelligent conversation with a man.
    Somehow, she just knew she was asking for trouble with
this one. But wasn’t trouble her middle name? It surely had been in her wild
and reckless youth.
    “Okay, Little Darlin’, whatever you say.”
    He hurried a glance at the sudden death grip she had
on his flesh and his dimples sunk deep.
    **
    Women don’t normally grab Saber Patterson by the upper
arm to stop him from leaving. Normally there was never a reason for him to
leave.
    Normally, they grabbed him in a whole lot of other places.
    Then each would apologize convincingly afterwards,
followed by the sly handing over of a phone number and a twirl of the hair in
case he hadn’t noticed the desire in her eyes. If he was lucky, the bat of the
eyelashes came last, as though it would help the cause.
    Yet there was always a first for everything these days;
a first to be shocked at the action of an attractive woman; a first to even consider
that it mattered; a first in a very long time for Saber to even care.
    And this woman was definitely attractive: long red
hair, startling blue eyes, and a cute little mole on her left cheek.
    He had to ignore the sudden pull of heat that pulsed
through her fingertips, as best he could, while clearing his throat; an intense
heat headed straight to his insides, directly to where it could do him some
hefty damage.
    She let go of his arm and smiled. “Sorry about that.
It’s just that I don’t want you to leave.” She then gave his arm a tender,
sisterly pat. She’d miscalculated her strength since he could feel the claw
marks on his skin.
    Saber cleared his throat, willing his body to settle
down. He wasn’t so certain staying