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doubt do to Liam’s hands. At least she could do something about the eyeliner and mascara that made her resemble a grunge band groupie.
    She turned the faucet on, noises be damned at this point, and stuck her hands underneath the cool water before she took a few mouthfuls. She splashed her face, scrubbing at the space under her eyes. The hand towel next to the sink was clean and she ran the fluffy fabric across her skin, wiping up the drops. There was a stock of tiny bottles of mouthwash in the mirrored cabinet above the sink and she helped herself…might as well at this point.
    When she shut the door and caught her reflection in the mirror she had to close her eyes to block out the image of who she found staring back at her. She had no idea who she was in that moment. She was not easily scared…yet there she was…running.
    But really, after everything that had happened over the last few months it wasn’t all that shocking.
    Harper wasn’t quick to fall in love. At the age of twenty-six she could count on one finger how many men had gotten that far. Brad had done much more than broken her heart; it wasn’t just a crack down the center. It was shattered into a million teeny, tiny pieces. And no, she wasn’t being over-dramatic.
    He’d decimated her.
    He’d shown up in Mirabelle about a year and a half ago, a general contractor who’d been hired by the county to fix the bridges and roads. He’d met Harper and swept her off her feet. She wasn’t easily swept. Never had been.
    Maybe it was because of her father. Paul Laurence had set the bar very high when it came to a good man, and all of the guys she’d dated over the years had definitely fallen short.
    At least until Brad…or so she thought.
    So yeah, she was running. She had no other choice and her escape time was counting down fast. She gathered her purse—all the while still avoiding her gaze in the mirror—before she stepped out into the hallway.
    She was so intensely focused on getting out of there that she didn’t take in the rest of her surroundings, like how the massive stone fireplace in the living room was a thing of glory, or that the cabin was settled on a lake that could be seen sparkling through the windows that made up the entirety of the back wall, nor did it register that the kitchen smelled like freshly brewed coffee.
    All Harper saw was the solid wood of the front door, which was why she jumped out of her skin when the voice spoke out behind her.
    “Forget this?”
    Her purse flew into the air, hitting the floor with a thud. She clutched her chest and spun around. Liam was leaning back against the counter, her bra dangling from his forefinger, swaying just slightly in the air.
    Okay, yes it was true that she’d gotten to see his body up close and personal the night before, but there was something to be said about seeing it in the daylight. Actually there was a lot to be said about it. She just couldn’t do that much talking as her brain had temporarily short-circuited.
    He was wearing nothing more than a pair of black boxer briefs and a smile, his washboard abs giving her the strangest urge to do laundry. She looked like death warmed over and he looked…well, glorious.
    “Your bra wasn’t the only thing that you forgot, either. I don’t get a good-bye, Harper?”
    “I figured it would be better,” she said as she reached up and attempted to smooth her hair. She had no doubts that she did not succeed.
    He leaned back against the counter and folded his arms across his chest, her bra now hanging at his side. “Better for whom?” His mouth quirked to the side, making him look infinitely sexier.
    The jerk.
    “Look, we don’t have to do this whole awkward morning-after thing,” she said, making a gesture between the two of them.
    “Perfect.” He nodded his head as he reached up and scratched his beard, the sound of his nails on his scruff reaching her ears from across the room. He used the hand that was still holding her bra and it