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was all.
    But as she forced herself to walk the green mile toward Mike’s backyard, she couldn’t quell the butterflies fluttering like mad in her belly.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
    Michael stared at the half-demolished kitchen and grunted with grim satisfaction. It had taken him three hours of hard, physical labor, but he’d finally tired himself out enough to dampen the need that had been pooling in his groin since Kitty had showed up on his doorstep last night.
    In that damned bustier and those frigging panties.
    His cock stirred and then stiffened and he let out a groan.
    If it weren’t for the feeling that he was tearing down most of his childhood, at least he’d be enjoying the remodeling work. Usually physical labor took his mind off his problems.
    But even that was a bust.
    He cursed under his breath as he swung the claw end of his hammer between the drywall and the last of the cabinets. The night before rang fresh in his memory with every powerful swing. With a single tug, he pried out the side of one of the cabinets. It flew clean off the wall, leaving massive holes on the drywall.
    Fuck .
    He was letting his thoughts get the best of him. It wasn’t that he was angry. So what was he then? He swung hard at the next cabinet, sending splinters of wood all over the kitchen.
    Did he regret it?
    He dragged his tongue across his lips and could almost taste hers. And even through the smell of sawdust and sheetrock he could still recall that damned scent.
    Hell no.
    It didn’t exactly end like he would have liked, but he regretted nothing.
    Why in the fucking world was he so antsy then? He couldn’t concentrate on his work. He could barely aim a damn hammer. She was toying with his mind and she didn’t even mean to.
    He let his eyes drift closed. She was on his lap again, grinding and kissing and licking and biting.
    He opened his eyes and ripped the head of the hammer out of the cabinet before tearing the cheap wood from the cold steel and taking another swing, dead on target.
    “I want you.”
    Her voice echoed in his skull, bouncing around his brain and touching every nerve, before reverberating down his spine and radiating outward. The skin wrapped tight around his biceps was covered in goose bumps.
    He had to get it out of his head. It was nothing. A simple mistake.
    So why didn’t it feel like a mistake to him? For some reason, it had felt so right. Maybe he thought of her as a bratty little tagalong, but if he was being totally honest with himself, that notion had been squashed the night of her graduation years before. Last night had just been a reminder. Maybe that very knowledge had been the exact thing that had made him determined to do whatever it took to keep her at arm’s length. Because if he got too close, there would be no more denying that Kitty was a grown woman now. And she could say what she wanted, but she had to have felt it too, last night. The chemistry between them…
    Little Kitty Pepper had flipped his world upside down. The girl he used to tease and screw with was now on the frontlines of his thoughts and desires. Only he didn’t want to screw with her anymore.
    He wanted to screw her.
    And that wasn’t likely to change anytime soon.
    Once he had the last cabinet completely torn from the wall, he set down the hammer and cracked open a bottle of water. He chugged it and wiped the sweat from his brow as he noted the time. Almost noon. Hell, she was probably in the back, surveying the yard right now.
    Careful not to step on any nails, he hopscotched his way over to the window and peered through the blinds.
    And there she was, dressed in a pair of cutoff shorts and a V-neck shirt that looked like it was made for her.
    He let his eyes touch every inch of that body, just as they had the night before. Her fiery red hair flowed in springy locks down past her shoulders, framing her voluptuous breasts. Her skin was like fine porcelain, flawless and smooth. A pair of