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kindness of someone’s mother.
    Although she didn’t have a clue as to who or where her blood family was, to her delight, many of the residents of Whisper’s Edge treated her as if she were their very own granddaughter. To her way of thinking, feeling treasured made up for the lack of a raise in salary in the past five years. Of course she would welcome more money in her wallet, but for now Savannah simply felt relieved that Tristan bought the property from his absentee grandfather.
    When there remained nothing left to fiddle with, Savannah turned around and gave Tristan what she hoped was a businesslike smile. “Well, what do you say we get those wet clothes dry?”
    He put down a framed photograph he was looking at. “I’d say that’s an excellent idea, Savannah, but I think I’d better have something to change into.” His slow grin made her suddenly feel warm all over, despite her damp clothing, and she had to fight the urge to fan her face like Kate did during a hot flash. Her clothes just might steam dry on their own.
    “Oh…yes, what was I thinking?” She tried her best to sound businesslike. “I’ll be right back.” Savannah pivoted on the balls of her feet and hustled out of the room but then stopped in her tracks. What in the world did she have that would fit him? The robe she had suggested earlier wouldn’t fit over those wide shoulders, although picturing him in it made her grin. While nibbling on her bottom lip, she frantically searched in her cluttered closet but came up empty-handed. “There!” She finally grabbed a giant-sized orange beach towel and hurried back into the living room. “This is all I could come up with.” She tossed him the towel and then pointed to the hallway. “You can change in the bathroom to the right.”
    “Thanks, I’ll be back in a minute.”
    After he walked away Savannah hurried back into her bedroom, anxious to get out of her own clothes. She peeled off the jogging suit and then wiggled out of the bathing suit before quickly tugging on dry panties and a bra. After pulling on jeans and a random T-shirt she made the mistake of glancing at the mirror over her dresser. “Oh dear lord,” she muttered at her disheveled appearance. As usual, unless tamed, her hair had taken on a life of its own. Auburn curls framed her flushed face and tumbled over her shoulders. Because of water aerobics class Savannah had skipped the foundation she usually used to cover up her freckles. “I look like I’m twelve. Well, except for my boobs.” She groaned and then reached up to try to smooth her hair, even though she knew it was pointless. “Oh well, I am what I am. Such is life.” After a deep breath she headed back out into the living room, but when she reached the doorway she stopped in her tracks and swallowed hard. All she could think was…
wow
.
    Tristan stood in front of the tiny laundry closet with his back to her…make that his bare back.
Oh my
…Savannah’s gaze traveled over wide shoulders, down tanned skin to a narrow waist. The orange towel hugged a nicely rounded butt that deserved a very firm squeeze. While she knew she should speak up and let her presence be known, the only bodily function that seemed to be working was her libido. Seriously, Savannah found herself fighting the urge to walk over there and run her hands up his tanned skin and sink her fingers into his dark hair. Instead, she curled her fingers into fists and took another deep breath. Words had almost made it to her vocal cords when Tristan placed his pile of clothes in her laundry basket. When she saw him reach up and open the dryer Savannah’s eyes widened; she had forgotten that she had tossed in one last load. Before she could stop him Tristan reached inside the dryer and pulled out a handful of panties and thongs. He looked down at the lace and silk dangling from his fingers just as Savannah found her voice.
    “Oh no!”
    Tristan whipped around at the sound. “Uh, didn’t know these