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fact for a time. But eventually, people noticed. And eventually, the sorcerer had to leave.
    No mortal man could be her future. And for the first time, that reality made Jen unbearably sad.
    “I’m sorry I couldn’t save it all, but I managed to strip away enough bits from the three most damaged walls and use them to patch the fourth. Then I restored it with a gum eraser and a little brush—” he gestured at a couple of small paint tins “—after I matched the color of the flowers.”
    “Thank you. You have no idea—”
    “But I do. That’s why I did it,” he said.
For you
, he didn’t say. He didn’t have to.
    Again, her world tilted. The amount of work he’d done, staying late every night. For her. He’d done this for her.
    His blue eyes were bright and clear against the fringe of dark lashes, beautiful, deep, glittering with something she was afraid to acknowledge. She felt the heat of him as he stepped closer.
    She lifted her hand and rested her fingers on his jaw, his stubble rough beneath her touch. The contact scorched her, made her ache and yearn.
    He drew a shallow breath and held very still, careful, cautious. “Been a while since anyone touched me like that,” he rasped, his gaze holding hers as he leaned a fraction of an inch closer.
    Her crutches limited her movements, and she cursed them silently. She wanted to rise up on her toes, press her mouth to his.
    “Kiss me,” she whispered. It was both an order and a plea.
    He slid his fingers to the base of her skull, threading them through the strands of her hair. Her eyes flew open, then fluttered closed as he kissed her, lips hard on hers. He wanted her and he let her know that, his kiss spinning through her, touching every part of her like a live wire. With a moan, she arched into him, her crutches clattering to the floor, her weight held in his arms.
    Heat and need spiraled through her. She wanted him, needed him, here, now. She opened beneath his kiss, tongues twining. With one hand, he slammed the bedroom door shut, then pressed her back against it, his mouth hungry on hers. His hands moved up and down her back, then slid down to cup her ass.
    She couldn’t stop touching him, her palms skimming the corded muscle of his shoulders and chest then sliding lower. His erection bulged against his jeans as she fumbled with the zipper, freeing him, closing her hand around his hot skin. Desire scoured her, leaving her panting.
    “So damned sweet,” he murmured against her lips. Then he kissed her jaw, her throat, his tongue tracing a burning path to her collarbone. Dipping his head, he pressed his lips to the swell of her breast before moving lower to suck her nipple through the thin cotton of her shirt and the lace of her bra.
    She made an inarticulate sound, part pleasure, part embarrassment.
    “Too fast?” he asked, lifting his head to stare down at her. His eyes were blue flame, his lips drawn taut with desire.
    It
was
too fast. And she couldn’t remember why she ought to care. She felt like she’d been waiting for this moment, known this was going to happen from the first second she’d seen him standing in her yard. Besides, she was the one who’d shoved her hand down his pants.
    In answer to his question, she raked her nails lightly along his shaft, then closed her fist around him and stroked.
    His hand slid under her cotton skirt, his fingers dipping between her legs, making her gasp. He traced her thigh to the edge of her splint, and he must have decided the effort of taking her panties off was too great because he yanked them sharply, the sound of tearing cloth loud in the empty, echoing room.
    “I’ll buy you new ones,” he muttered against her throat as his fingers moved between her thighs. The he cupped her buttocks and hiked her higher against the door, one hand curving under the splint that guarded her injured knee, lifting and supporting it. She guided him to her, his erection nudging her, easing in just a little, stretching