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you?” he retorted in a thick German accent.
    “That’s my question, mister,” she snapped back. “Are you in charge of this crew?”
    The German’s meaty red face became set. He squinted his blue eyes, reading the title that Pedro had painted on her hard hat. His expression slowly changed, and he resumed chewing a huge wad of tobacco lodged in his protruding right cheek.
    “I’m in charge,” he rumbled.
    “Your name?”
    “Dolph.”
    “Why are you standing around, Dolph? It’s past siesta and well past union coffee break.”
    “Boss told us to take it easy for a while. We’re just trying to stay outa the sun.”
    It was hot. She was thirsty, and her throat was tight with tension. “Who’s your boss, Dolph?”
    “Herr Tobbar.”
    Her eyes lowered and she retreated a step, pushing the hard hat back and rubbing her forehead. “All right. Where can I find him? Or is he on a break, too?”
    “Nein. No. He’s down by the blueprint shack.”
    She gritted her teeth and turned away, walking quickly between the buildings. She had gone no more than two hundred feet when she spotted him coming out of a print shack, with a roll of blueprints under his arm. “Señor Tobbar!” she yelled.
    As he turned and looked in her direction, Cait saw that his face was lined with fatigue. An unreadable mask settled over his features as she approached, her heart pounding in her dry throat. He waited for her, one hand resting lazily over his hip as she halted a foot from him.
    “Is that shack empty?” she demanded coldly, pointing to the one he had just left.
    His expression lightened. “Yes.”
    ‘“Good. Come inside. There’s something you and I need to discuss immediately.”
    His expression remained curious as he obeyed. Cait turned on her heel, her green eyes glinting with barely contained anger. He appeared to barely notice as he set the prints down on a table.
    “What’s on your mind, Señora?” he asked softly, his gaze moving recklessly over her body.
    Cait shivered. Her anger evaporated under his inspection, and to her dismay, she felt her body tremble into awareness. Doggedly, she said, “I just ran into one of your ironworker gangs. Dolph and his men are sitting around as if they don’t have a thing in the world to do.” She swallowed, her throat scratchy and her heart pulsing erratically as he raised his gold eyes to her face. “I find it hard to believe they have been instructed to take it easy, when we’re so far behind schedule. Are they still on siesta or is this an unscheduled coffee break?”
    Dominic folded his arms across his chest. “Neither,” he snapped.
    Cait removed her hard hat, wiping her brow with the back of her arm. “Unless you have a good excuse, I—”
    His nostrils flared and his arms tightened. “Señora Monahan,” he whispered throatily, “I can’t use them this instant, owing to the crane failure this morning. I can’t send them home, because I’m going to need them in another hour. They’re ironworkers and they won’t do laborers’ work, because of union laws. What do you suggest I do with them? Hang them on sky hooks?”
    Her fingers dug into the hat in reaction to the vehemence in his voice. Her palms were wet with perspiration, and she fought back from mouthing a curse. “I don’t care what you do with them, as long as they aren’t standing around! Why do you think this project is behind? It couldn’t be because your men are standing around, could it?”
    His eyes glowed with a terrible darkness, and Cait shuddered as he stepped toward her in one swift motion. He was so close, she could smell the raw masculine scent of his body, and she felt dizzy.
    His hand shot out, closing around her upper arm, drawing her harshly against his hard, unyielding chest. Cait inhaled a sharp breath and tried to push away. It was impossible. It was as if his wind-and sun-hardened flesh had been fashioned out of tempered steel. Her senses reeled.
    “I see they’ve got to you