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beautifully by dark stubble, but because having to look up at him only pissed her off more.
    All the reasons for feeling angry came flooding back into her mind. Stepping back, she leveled a cool stare at him, one eyebrow cocked and her best bitch face on. “Not that it's any of your business, but the new delivery man screwed up.” Her voice sounded a little breathless and shaky even to her own ears and only part of that had to do with exertion. He was responsible for a good bit of it.
    “I’ll help you with the rest of us this, but you need to call the supplier and complain.”
    Lexi pasted a sweet saccharine smile on her face. “Thank you so much for telling me how to run my business. Any other words of wisdom you’d like to impart right now?”
    His jaw firmed, his eyes flashing. “I'm not telling you how to run your business. I'm just going on what I know about you..You're too damn nice for your own good.”
    “Fat chicks have to cultivate a pleasing personality,” she shot back bitterly.
    His lips firmed. “Lexi, don't say things like that.”
    “It's true. I'm fat. It didn't escape my notice—and I don't even care anymore. I could starve myself and I'll never be thin. What really bugs me is that for a split second, I allowed myself to believe it didn't matter to you either.”
    Morgan didn't respond, just stared at her for a moment, his jaw firmed and his lips pressed into a hard line.
    Lexi wished she could call back the words. Admitting that to him had been a moment of weakness and her pride was already hurting for it.
    The back door to the shop opened and the deliveryman called out. “I’m leaving the invoice by the door!”
    Fear prompted her to move. Lexi dove past him for the pantry door, but it was too late. The vacuum created by the closing of the back door caused the pantry door to slam shut, and the broken doorknob on the inside left them completely trapped. “Oh, hell...I don’t suppose you have a screwdriver with you?”
    “In my truck. Outside. Where it does not a damn bit of a good.”
    Lexi gazed back at him. He didn’t look angry, but there was a tight note in his voice that left her puzzled. Of course, they were hardly on the best of terms and were now locked in a small room, four feet by eight feet. That was enough to make some people nervous. He'd also made it abundantly clear that he wanted to keep his distance from her. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she sighed. “I’ll text Ashley. She can come over and let us out...if I can get a signal.”
    Holding the phone up, she managed to get one bar. Hoping it would be enough, she quickly tapped in the message and hit send. “For what it's worth, I'm sorry you're stuck in here with me. You've made it abundantly clear that you'd rather be anywhere else.”
    “Goddamit, Lexi. It's not like that!”
    “Well, you could have fooled me,” she shot back.
    With tempers flaring and trapped in such close quarters, it was impossible not to touch. She could feel his body heat and she could smell him. A hint of cologne, wood and just him—it was an intoxicating combination.
    Staring at the wall, her lips pursed in anger, Lexi tried to ignore his presence, but he wasn't helping. She could feel his gaze on her, Lexi peered up at him. The expression on his face was puzzling. “What?”
    “To hell with it!”
    She’d no clue what he meant by that, and no chance to ask questions. He grasped her wrists, hauled her against his chest and then his lips were on hers. Lexi couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All she could do was feel . His chest pressed hard against her, his arms tight around her, and the heat of his mouth was pure bliss.
     
    ~*~*~
     
    Morgan hadn’t intended to kiss her, but then he hadn’t intended to be locked in a closet and arguing with her either. His good intentions for a heartfelt and sincere apology fled in the face of her proximity and the temptation of her lips.
    He just couldn’t resist the urge, especially when