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I’m available tonight.”
    She chewed her lower lip. “You do have excellent taste.” But she doubted he’d try to sway her to choose a blue color palette over a purple one. No. He’d try to sway her to choose a bed in room 105 versus one in room 104. “But so does the designer. Isn’t that why we hired her?”
    “It’s your call.”
    “Thanks,” she said, checking over her notes one more time in a desperate attempt to keep their conversation professional. “Saxton’s delivering the new beds and updated furniture by the end of next week.”
    He gave her a lopsided smile. “I could use a new mattress. Mine’s lumpy. How’s yours?”
    Her belly fluttered as if a thousand starlings had taken flight inside her.
    Lonely. More lonely than you’ll ever know. More lonely now that you’re back.
    “It’s fine,” she said.
    “Are you sure?” he asked, raising his brow and winking.
    The movement, so casual, yet so effective, along with the sultry tone in his voice, rooted Kennedy to the ground. “Positive,” she said, her voice tight and strained.
    “I hear you. At night.” He moved closer. “Your midnight murmurings. Your tossing. Your turning. I hear it all.”
    The cool air heated between them. The lodge and grounds became misty, the sounds of gears and hammers muted. Everything surrounding them faded as if the world no longer existed.
    She stared at the devilishly drop-dead gorgeous man who’d developed into a powerful corporate maverick. This man had mastered his ability to manipulate, control, dominate. He had the charisma and the charm to lure her back into his bed.
    Her fingers tingled and she heard the roar of her heartbeat in her ears. One step. Just one step and she’d be in his arms.
    But she couldn’t allow him to get that close to her again.
    …
    Kennedy’s green eyes glittered and a blush shimmied up her neck and into her cheeks. Her fiery hair danced around the planes of her face.
    “I’m sorry I’m keeping you awake,” she said.
    Zach heard the catch in her voice, the husky sensual tone, the hint of sorrow. Sorrow he’d rather not revisit, although her soft cries during the night had called to him and stirred his compassion. That she could still hide beneath the surface of her tightly guarded emotions frustrated him.
    Sure, he had other women with no strings attached before he had returned to Sweetbriar Springs. It had been so easy to pretend he didn’t want Kennedy when she wasn’t in the picture. For five years, it had been so damned easy to pretend their breakup hadn’t shattered his heart when he was flying to parts unknown and losing himself in the arms of strangers.
    And he’d been a damned fool all along. Those other women had paled in comparison to Kennedy. Whatever had burned between them when they first met still flared. And he’d be damned if he didn’t figure out why she’d rejected him when clearly she still wanted him.
    Zach touched a loose strand of her hair, twirled the copper silk around his finger. “I’m awake. You’re awake. Why not be awake together?” he teased.
    “You need your sleep. If I’m disturbing you, consider earplugs.” She clasped her hands behind her back. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a roof to inspect.”
    She turned on her booted heel and marched to the scaffolding. Banging, sawing, and hammering accompanied every step in Kennedy’s confident stride.
    He’d been close, but Kennedy had a knack for squeezing out of emotionally tight situations. Zach kicked a stone and it sailed onto the front porch, landing next to the hanging swing he’d yet to remove from the rafters.
    A sharp pain pinged inside his temples. He’d stolen his first kiss from Kennedy in that swing. He remembered her taste, the sigh of her pleasure, the warmth of her body responding to his mouth on her lips. The exhilaration and the tenderness, the exquisite stirring of his youthful heart. The growing affection between them.
    Zach pinched the bridge of