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similar neighborhood, a child, maybe even a pet. A vision of Graham Alexander, dressed in those tight leather pants, his chest bare, rose up in her head, and she choked back hysterical laughter. Time to find a cab.
    By the time she got home, Kennedy was regretting her long walk. Her feet were sore and blistered and not a little swollen, and she was sunburned. She was preoccupied with her discomfort and didn’t notice who opened the door of her building to allow her to precede him. But she smelled him, a warm, manly smell mixed with a hint of citrus. Enough. No more running.
    “Why are you here?” she demanded.
    Graham stared down at her, his gray eyes warm somehow, a tiny frown marring his brow.
    “Patrick called and said he had offended you. I’ve been waiting for hours for you.”
    “I hardly need to explain where I was…” Kennedy stopped, about to do just that. What was it with this man? She had to get away from him.
    She turned away and tried not to obviously limp. Instantly he was at her side, firmly removing the keys from her hand, moving ahead to open her apartment door. Kennedy wanted to cry. She was sore and tired and couldn’t do this anymore. She ducked her head.
    “Do you want me to carry you?” Graham asked.
    Kennedy didn’t trust her voice so shook her head and made her way into her apartment. She sank down on the nearest surface, which just happened to be the couch, and reached to unfasten her sandals. Graham was already kneeling beside her and gently pushed her hands away. He eased the offending footwear off and tensed at her hiss of pain, which was coupled with relief.

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    Fuck, that little noise she made sent all the blood to his cock. It was the same little hitch of breath he had heard when he spanked her. He was some kind of deviant for sure. Kennedy’s feet were clearly hurting, and here he was wondering if he could get a look up the skirt of the cute little dress she was wearing. He looked at her face instead and saw that she had leaned her head back on the couch, her eyes closed. She had gotten a whole lot of sun, and while some kind of sweater thing had protected her shoulders, her forearms, neck, and face were really pink. So were her calves and the tops of her feet. Her silky, ivory skin was going to peel if he didn’t help her out. At least that was what he told himself.
    After his initial plan of charm and seduction had backfired and he had scared his little woman, he thought he might have sabotaged his hope of connecting with her. Except it felt like he had no choice. If that made him a stalker, well, tell that to his cock, and his gut, too. Mostly his gut and maybe another more important organ just north of his gut. Shit. He heard about lightning striking other men and had felt sorry for them. Now there could be a pity party for him. Time to try Plan B.
    Graham located the bathroom and began to fill the tub. He found some white vinegar in the door of the fridge and soaked a washcloth in it. He and his little woman were going to have to invest in washcloths the way they were using them for injuries. He went back to find Kennedy still in the position he had left her and marveled that she was asleep.
    “Honey,” he said by her ear, “Kennedy, wake up.”
    Kennedy sat up with a start and nearly cracked him in the face with her forehead. Good God, he was going to need disability insurance around her.
    Kennedy looked at him through narrowed eyes. “Why are you still here? Go away.”
    “I’m going to help you with that sunburn, honey, and fix up your feet,” he advised her.
    “I’m good. I can take care of myself. Thanks,” she added as an afterthought.
    Graham ignored her and pressed the cloth on her forearm. Kennedy went rigid at the initial touch, and then, as the discomfort of the burn obviously diminished, she laid her head back again and allowed him to apply the cloth to her arms and her face. She stiffened again when he touched her neck but gradually relaxed.