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Cailkirn, Alaska. But hell if they didn’t make her calves look delicious and spark his imagination about what she’d look like from the back walking in them.
    Undeniable arousal hit him hard and without provocation. Worse than the sound of her voice, the sight of her had him craving things he knew damn well no good could come from wanting. Renewed sexual attraction to the woman who’d decimated his heart was not in Tack’s list of approved scenarios.
    He once again considered turning around and leaving before anyone noticed him. What were the chances Miss Elspeth would remember inviting him to dinner?
    Who was he kidding? That woman remembered everything. Including how many times she’d changed Tack’s diaper when he was a baby.
    Besides, his feet weren’t listening to his brain. He’d kept moving and now he stood right behind Kitty, her subtle floral perfume mixing with her natural scent and reaching out to tug at his senses.
    The urge to touch her nearly overwhelmed him. He had to squelch it, and fast.
    “I would have expected you to arrive in a limo, Miss Barston.” His words acted like an anvil on the feminine chatter.
    Kitty’s back went rigid, her head jerking, like the sound of his voice had shocked her even worse than hearing hers had shocked him moments ago. There went his chance of leaving undetected. Shit. Why hadn’t he kept his mouth shut?
    All three of the older women turned to face him with varying expressions. Miss Elspeth glowed with delight. Miz Moya’s eyes were suspiciously moist, her smile a little wobbly. Miz Alma’s usual dour expression was lightened enough for an almost smile to curve her precisely painted lips.
    Kitty turned too. Slowly, as if cautious about what she was going to find. Her eyes locked with Tack’s, their blue depths filled with a hell of a lot of emotion. None of which he could, or wanted to, interpret.
    And you keep telling yourself that, boyo . Ignoring the sarcastic inner voice, he drank in the sight of Kitty full-on.
    Her wild red curls, longer than they had been the last time he’d seen her, were mostly tamed with a clip behind her head. Though one curl had slipped forward to lay in a ringlet over her ear. Her cheeks were not as full or rosy as he remembered, but she looked nothing like the pictures of dangerously underweight anorexic women he’d looked up online after leaving the Knit & Pearl earlier that day.
    Her breasts were still rounded, the mint-green top she wore under her suit jacket cut low enough to hint at cleavage that fed the desire he was doing his best to ignore.
    And she was still more beautiful than any other woman he’d ever known.
    Her blue eyes were just as vivid as they’d always been, but the sparkle of laughter, of perpetual mischief…of life that was such a part of the Kitty Grant he’d grown up with was missing.
    Even without it, or maybe because of that single difference, he couldn’t look away.
    He stood, trapped in her gaze, memories he thought buried bombarding him. Feelings he would never acknowledge crashed through him. A man had his pride, though.
    Tack’s wouldn’t allow any of that to show on his face, but he wouldn’t look away.
    Kitty didn’t seem any more capable of breaking eye contact. Her own lovely features were smooth, devoid of the maelstrom swirling in her blue depths.
    A mere foot separated them, but it might as well have been the width of Bristol Bay.
    But their gazes held.

CHAPTER THREE
    I t’s Grant,” she said after a prolonged silence no one else seemed ready to break, her soft voice going straight to his dick. “I asked for my name back from the courts as part of the divorce.”
    “Erasing Barston from your life?” Like she’d erased Tack so completely, though he’d no doubt the other man deserved it.
    He deserved a hell of a lot more, but if Tack got to thinking on that, things could get dicey. He didn’t lose his temper often, but when he did, it was ugly.
    And he couldn’t afford to hop a