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feeling more his usual self.  He
made a conscious decision that he was not going to allow a little snip of a
girl to chase him out of his own home.
    He went for his usual jog down the hill
and circled the house and returned through the forest from the side.  He
did not actually jog, he ran. By the time he entered the forest he had taken
off his tee-shirt and tied it around his waist.  His body was covered with
a sheen of sweat and his body was energized by the run.
    He broke through the thick patch of
trees into the lesser bushy part and followed the hiking trail back to the
house.  He rounded a curve and cursed.  A few feet in front of him
was the little painter girl.  Once again in a tiny pair of shorts – these
were loose, but came together high on her hips on the sides, which left those
beautiful legs totally bared.  She wore a tight top, which had thin straps
over her shoulder and left most of her torso bared as well.
    Does this damn girl own any clothes
that covers her body at all?
    Running as fast as he did, he caught
up with her in no time, but he ignored her and ran past her down the hill.
    Jenna nearly died of fright when he
ran past her so fast.  Then she nearly passed out from a shortage of
oxygen in her lungs.  The man was just too damn sexy to be allowed running
around in a pair of running shorts, his toned and muscled body shiny and sweaty
from his run.  She was having serious problems containing her libido when
he was near. 
    One of these days I am going to jump
his damn bones!  See if I don’t!  Dad did say I must prove to him I
am not a girl.  And one should listen to your parents!  Thanks Dad!
    By the time she arrived back at the
castle she was just as sweaty and hot.  She jogged directly to the pool’s
edge, kicked her running shoes off and with a twirl in the air, plonked in the
pool on her back.  She sank to the bottom and then kicked to the
surface.  She   floated lazily on her back with her eyes close.
The water cooled her down quickly and soothed her tired muscles.
    The next moment something hit her on
her stomach and she nearly swallowed the whole pool in fright.  She pushed
upright and grabbed her running shoe just as it started to sink. 
    “What the de …”
    She swung around and there in his full
glory, stood the master of the castle with his fists on his hips, dressed in
cargo shorts and a white shirt.  He was barefoot and looked annoyed.
    “My running shoe!  Really? 
You couldn’t just have called me?”
    “Breakfast is ready.  Hurry up
little painter girl.  I don’t like to wait.”
    He turned and sauntered back towards
the castle.
    “Well, don’t bother!  I will eat
later.”
    He turned around and scowled at her.
    “And inconvenience my staff in the process? 
Get out and get dressed, little girl. I want your progress report over
breakfast.”
    “I put it on your desk yesterday.”
    “I’d rather you tell me.”
    He climbed the stairs.
    “Don’t make me wait any longer than I
need to, Miss Burkes.  It will only annoy me further.”
    She snorted, but swam to the edge and
got out of the pool.  She dried herself with one of the towels on the deck
chairs and ran up to her room.
    “It will only annoy me further!” 
She mimicked as she went up the stairs and snorted again.  “Seems to me
you are permanently annoyed, McGregor!”
    “Did you say something, Miss Burkes?”
    She skidded to a halt at the top of
the stairs and cursed, annoyed with herself that she did not notice him leaning
over the balustrade at the top of the stairs. She looked at him with wide
innocent eyes and shook her head.
    “No, not a word!  Except maybe
…” 
    She took the two steps that separated
them and leaned down to kiss him on his mouth.
    “Morning Honeybuns.”
    And walked as quickly as she could
without running to her room.  He caught her just as she reached towards
the doorknob.
    He spun her around and pressed her
hard against the wall with his muscled body.