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were in there.” He thrust his handful of colorful panties toward her and looked at Savannah as if he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. “I, uh, was just trying to be helpful.” She wanted to say something but the sight of his sculpted bare chest prevented words from forming. She should have told him to wear the towel like a toga. “I’m sorry,” he continued, and wiggled his hand. “Please, take them,” he pleaded but the movement sent several wisps of lace and silk fluttering to the floor.
    “S-sure.” With her face flaming, Savannah hurried over to him but just as she reached his side Tristan dropped another thong. They both bent over to pick them up at the same time and bumped heads. With a yelp, Savannah lost her balance and reached forward to grab onto Tristan to keep from falling to the floor. Unfortunately, she grabbed a handful of towel and staggered sideways, whipping it from his hips so fast that they were both caught by surprise. “Oh!” She covered her face with her hands before she caught an eyeful…well almost before she caught an eyeful. “Sorry!” she squeaked in a voice muffled by her palms on her lips.
    “You can open your eyes now.”
    “Are you decent?”
    “Well, halfway.”
    Savannah lowered her hands and was relieved to see the towel knotted at his waist. “I want you to know that was an accident,” she said.
    “Sure it was.”
    Savannah’s eyes widened, but when he started laughing she joined him. “I should get those clothes dry,” she said, but a moment of awareness hung in the air between them. She gave him a shy smile. The feeling was a bit foreign but she liked the warm rush of excitement. Swallowing hard, she turned toward the dryer.
    A moment later she checked to make sure he hadremoved his wallet and then tossed his clothes into the dryer on low. Luckily there was no sign of a ruined cell phone and she sure hoped that his watch was waterproof, not that she was about to ask. “This won’t take long,” she promised without looking at him, although the sight of his splendid naked body would remain branded in her memory for quite some time. Perhaps forever.
    “Savannah?” The unexpected firmness in his tone made her cringe. Perhaps he wasn’t as amused as she thought he was?
    “Yes?” Savannah inhaled a deep breath, and wondered if she was about to be fired. Emotion pooled in her throat and her eyes burned. Not even the sight of his flying-pig boxers tossing in a circle, making the pigs look as if they were truly flying, could make her smile.
    “Are you going to turn around and look at me?”
    “I think I might have already seen way too much,” she answered, hoping that a touch of humor might soften him up. She had learned from Kate that laughter was often the best medicine and prayed that it worked this time.

4
Wishful Thinking
    K ATE WINSTON FROWNED WHEN SHE SPOTTED TRISTAN MC Millan’s fancy-looking cell phone lying on her desk. He’d taken a phone call just before telling her that he wanted to check out the grounds, including the community center and the pool. She’d offered to accompany him but he’d politely refused, saying only that he wanted to see a few things and it wasn’t necessary for her to leave her desk.
    Kate picked up a pen and toyed with it. She found it odd that Tristan wanted to tour Whisper’s Edge on his own and had to wonder if there wasn’t something more to his purchase of the property than he was letting on. While tapping the pen against her cheek she reviewed in her head what she knew about the relationship between Tristan McMillan and his grandfather.
    “Not much,” she mumbled as she racked her brain for clues. Max McMillan’s only daughter, Maggie, had been several years behind her in school. Although Kate only knew Maggie in passing, news had traveled fast that after only four months into her freshman year in college Maggie turned up pregnant. Word on the street had it that Max,already a bitter man after