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by Todd. His flavor was rich and still present on her mouth. She wanted him to go away so she could sort through her thoughts and get in to some dry clothes. She remembered she wasn’t wearing much more than a towel and the realization made her blush.
    Todd tore his gaze away from her tongue. “I came up here to make sure you were okay. It’s my sworn civic duty to serve and protect, ma’am. I would hate it if something happened to you.”
    She made her way towards the front door. Looking back at him over her shoulder, she said, “By the way, Sheriff, is that how you welcome everyone to the neighborhood?” She didn’t wait for his response. She closed the door in his face.
    Rachel heard Todd laugh as he climbed back into his SUV.
    Inside the cabin, Rachel dressed in a pair of jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. She had designer labels and tons of expensive clothing, but there was nothing as comfortable as a pair of worn and faded Levis. Why change something that worked so well? Better to save the labels and high heels for someplace more appropriate. She brushed out her waist length, straight, dark brown hair and braided it down her back. After securing it with a holder, she found herself staring into the mirror over the bathroom sink. The mirror needed to be silvered or replaced but she could still see her reflection looking back. She had creamy milkmaid skin, widely spaced, big blue eyes—heavy lids gave her a dreamy look—full lips, a small upturned nose and high cheekbones. She had to admit the contrast of her fair skin and dark hair was striking.
    That kiss, that gentle brush of lips had made her toes curl. She was right. The man could definitely kiss. No one had ever made her toes curl before, not even Jake. Looking up at her reflection, she noticed she was chewing on her lip again. Exasperated, she threw her hair brush down on the bathroom counter.
    She allowed Jake to slip into her mind. Jake was attractive in a more polished sense of the word. Sharp Scandinavian facial features, perfectly styled blonde hair, clipped short, of course, cleft in his chin, full lips and long eyelashes that any woman would kill to have. He had piercing ice blue eyes that looked through her, but not really at her. His eyes had made her uncomfortable at times. One moment, they would be so hard and cold, then the next, smiling and inviting. It was that intriguing combination that kept women falling at his feet and into his bed.
    She tried to forget why they had been together in the first place. Admitting to herself that she had been his puppet on a string had been one of the hardest things she had ever done. Everyone said they made a great couple…they were perfect together. She had been new to the elite scene, the up-and-coming author. He had been kind and helped her through what could have been some embarrassing situations. Protocol and etiquette was second nature to him. He had been born and bred in this circle. Rachel had to acquire it. She frowned at herself in the mirror. “I wasn’t an untrained baboon!” Sighing at her outburst, she let her thoughts wander back to Jake Vanderhuff. She conceded and did have to admit he had helped her when she needed help and coaching. Yes coaching, that was a much better word to use than training. He coached her in areas she needed help with and he had introduced her to some famous and exciting people. They dated extensively for almost a year when he began acting strangely. He had become possessed by his latest business venture. He would become moody and short-tempered. She knew he came from old family money and never was really sure what he did for a living. He had always been so vague, something about importing or shipping.
    He said he loved her and when she was with him, he probably thought he did. But when her last book tour had finished early and she came home to surprise him, she found out that he also “loved” many other women. Jake Vanderhuff couldn’t be committed to one woman. Why