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gonna screw up, Des.”
    Ronan laughed. “He’s gonna suck at it, and you’re gonna need to keep kicking his ass like you just did!”
    Destiny felt a little thrill, realizing she really had laid down the law, and Aiden had fallen right in line, and more, that Ronan had noticed. She decided to draw on that thrill and push her luck. She turned to Ronan. “And what about you? Am I gonna need to kick your ass as well?”
    A slow, easy grin spread across his face, sending waves of heat straight to her core.
    “No, ma’am. No ass kicking needed here. I’ll be a good little boy…as far as work is concerned anyway.” He winked at her and she gasped.
    “Stop flirting with her, you idiot. Destiny’s not like that,” Aiden defended her. At least she thought he was defending her.
    “Didn’t Ms. Rhode just tell you to stop making her decisions for her? Assuming she wants me to stop flirting with her, I imagine she’s more than capable of telling me.”
    He turned to her as if waiting for her to say something, and even though her mouth opened, nothing came out.
    At last count she had a resort that needed a major overhaul, debt up to her eyeballs, a long-term tenant wanting her to push her boobs up, an advisor wanting to make all her decisions for her, an ex-husband waiting for her to fail, and now a construction god making her panties wet…good lord, what would tomorrow bring?

Chapter Three
     
    “Are you giving me free labor?” Destiny stormed up to the second floor and stopped dead when she realized she was completely alone with Ronan, something she’d been avoiding for several weeks now. “Where…where are all your men?”
    Last time she’d been up there, the hallway and the rooms had been filled with something close to forty men. Why was he up here all alone now?
    Ronan stopped wrapping the cord around a circular saw, laid it on the floor at his feet, and with an easy manner she was coming to hate as much as she loved, he folded his arms across his chest and rested one shoulder against the wall behind him.
    “One man’s not enough for you?”
    The hint of amusement in his expression did not amuse her in the least.
    “What? No…I mean yes …I mean…oh fuck.”
    Ronan burst out laughing. At that point, Destiny didn’t even care. She was making an idiot of herself and dropped any hope of keeping her guard up around him. She was weakening to him. She could feel it. Surrender was most likely inevitable. She just hoped that whatever occurred between them, she’d be able to walk away in the end with her soul intact.
    “Yeah, yeah, I know, I’m real funny. Look, are you giving me free labor or not?”
    Ronan sobered, and his eyes darkened. The way he looked at her sometimes made it hard to breathe. Of course, right now it could have been the paint fumes, but she didn’t think so.
    “I’m not giving you free labor. I am, however, delaying the cost of the labor until you get more solidly on your feet.” He stepped closer to her and brushed a long strand of hair from her eyes. “And though I do find you adorable, I do not find you funny in the sense you meant. Are we clear?”
    “Sure.” She didn’t think she sounded at all sure, but with him standing this close, she had to focus most of her energy into breathing.
    “Why are we playing this game, Destiny?”
    She drew a quick breath, but her brain had gone entirely fuzzy. His body was pressed against hers now as he pushed her up against the wall. He felt so good, so warm, so hard in all the right places. She half wondered if this was even real or if she were standing in the hallway staring at him like some dumb teenage girl, fantasizing.
    “We’ve been dancing around this attraction the better part of a month. I see you staring at me. I know you’ve caught me staring at you.”
    It was true. She had—on a number of occasions. Even Mrs. Murphy had mentioned it to her once, along with another urging to push up her boobs. It was also true that she was