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laughed. The rich, warm sound was infectious.
    He couldn’t tell how tall she was from her position, but her curves were evident in the fitted top and skirt she wore. The outfit wasn’t at all revealing. The white shirt didn’t bare the abundant cleavage she no doubt had, and the black skirt ended modestly just above her knee. It still looked damned sexy on her. Not overtly, in-your-face sexy, but understated, naturally sexy. The kind most people overlooked.
    He’d always had a bit of thing for the sweet, girl-next-door types, and this beauty had that vibe.
    In contrast to the stark colors of her outfit, her skin was a rich shade of russet, the deep reddish-brown gleaming in the sunlight pouring in from the windows. Her hair was a cloud of small, brown-black ringlets around her smiling face.
    The sight of her caused a stirring low in Brandon’s gut. He was so tired it took him a minute to recognize the first kindling of desire. It had been awhile since he’d felt it for anyone in particular.
    She laughed again, and his smile widened as he strode across the room and knocked his knuckles gently on the counter.
    All three of them turned toward him, but Brandon kept his eyes on her.
    “Mornin’.” His voice was still scratchy, but he managed a bit of a flirtatious drawl anyway. “I need to pay my bill.”
    She tilted her head a little, her chocolate brown eyes crinkled slightly at the corners. Her cheeks were tinged faintly pink from laughing, and her full lips were curved upwards. Her small chin was pointed and Brandon had the sudden urge to grip it in his fingers and kiss her.
    “Good morning. Can we help you?”  There were some pastry crumbs on her lower lip and she licked them away. It was a completely unconscious gesture, but it made Brandon’s blood heat hotter than that apartment fire.
    He coughed a little, grimacing as it scraped his raw throat. “I need to make a payment. Can you help me?” Like maybe by giving him her number. Would that be inappropriate?
    “I can help you!” The other woman, the one with black hair, popped up from her desk and hurried over to the counter. “My name is Christine Jansen, and I’d be happy to provide any assistance you need.”
    Brandon had an impression of pale skin and a wide smile, but his gaze wandered back to the curly-haired goddess with the creamy russet skin. She was still smiling at him, and he could see a dimple in her cheek.
    “What’s the name on your account, sir?” The other woman was grinning up at him. Geez, she was short!
    “Uh. Fleming. Brandon Fleming.” He replied to the short woman’s question but directed the words toward her friend with a smile. Her cheeks darkened and he saw her gaze flick up and down, checking him out.
    Brandon’s grin widened. He caught her eyes as they rose back to his face and winked. “What’s yours?”
    The dimple in her cheek deepened. “Why? Do you want to pay my bill too?” The sarcastic arch of her eyebrow was undone by her soft chuckle.
    “Suzanne,” the short woman at the counter hissed, tapping out things on the computer screen.
    Suzanne snorted. Christine had been desperately trying to flirt the with gorgeous hunk of man that had just strolled into AR, but he wasn’t even looking at her. Suzanne wasn’t sure who was more surprised by that, her or Christine. Christine was pretty, petite, and obviously interested. But he had barely glanced at her.
    Now, her friend was trying to tell her to be nice to the yummy looking specimen.
    And Brandon Fleming was yummy looking. He had to be several inches over six feet, with thick, wavy, honey blond hair and broad shoulders. His features were a little rough-hewn, but gorgeously masculine — square jaw, straight nose, sculpted mouth that was just a bit too full.
    The physique revealed by his tight black t-shirt was phenomenal too. His biceps bulged with muscle. Not scary Gym-Tan-Laundry type muscles, but the type you got from a job that required physical activity.