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hard. “If it’s any consolation, you’ve pretty much kept me up all night for the past two nights running,” he admitted.
    She lifted a shoulder as if she didn’t care, but her eyes warmed a little. “It’s some consolation, I suppose.”
    â€œLook, Taylor…”
    â€œI don’t think talking about it is the right thing to do. Under the circumstances.”
    â€œCircumstances?”
    â€œThat we’re not going to let it happen again,” she said.
    â€œRight.” But it bugged him that he knew why he didn’t want it to happen again, but not why she didn’t. “Look, I get it now, why you didn’t move out.You have nowhere else to go, no money, and you’re stuck here until we’re done.”
    â€œWell, why don’t you just spell it out,” she said with a mirthless little laugh.
    â€œThis isn’t about your pride, Taylor. Bottom line, you’re putting every cent into this building and don’t want to waste it on paying for a place to live.”
    She lifted her hands. “Caught me.”
    Stepping closer, he watched her pupils dilate a little.
    Because of their closeness? It was affecting him, too, he could smell her, some exotic combination of sweet and sexy, and he could see the pulse at the base of her neck beating wildly, a dead giveaway that she was not as calm as she wanted to be. “I’m trying to tell you we’ll work around you,” he said. “We’ll do this room last.”
    â€œBut you said you wanted to hit it all at once, so that you didn’t have to get your subcontractors back through here again. You said that it was hard enough to—”
    â€œI know what I said. I’m telling you I’ll make the adjustments.”
    â€œWhy?”
    â€œDoes it matter?”
    â€œTo me, yes.”
    â€œBecause as my client, I want you to be happy with the job.”
    â€œAs your client,” she repeated, sounding a little…hurt?
    Impossible.
    â€œI’m just trying to do the right thing here,” he said.
    â€œBecause you feel sorry for me?”
    â€œHell, no. You’re too ornery to feel sorry for.”
    For a long moment she just stared at him, then a ghost of a smile curved those lush lips. “Okay, then. As long as it’s not that. Oh, and Mac?” She climbed off the bed with the smooth grace of a sleek cat, no longer looking plastic. She would never look plastic to him again, and as she came close, he actually had to fist his hands to keep them off her.
    â€œThank you,” she said softly.
    He didn’t want to contemplate what just that smile of hers did to his insides. Did she know? Probably not, or she wouldn’t still be looking at him like that. They’d both agreed—nothing could, or would, happen. But he had to make sure. “Now, about the personal stuff.”
    Her face closed up again and he had to laugh. “After all you’re going through, I’d think a little kiss would be the least of your problems.”
    â€œIf it had been just one ‘little kiss,”’ she said, shocking him with her boldness, “then it would be the least of my problems.”
    Hell. At her sides, her own hands were fisted. Because she couldn’t keep her hands off him either, orbecause she wanted to slug him? “Tell me why you don’t want this,” he asked quietly.
    â€œTruth?”
    â€œTruth.”
    She lifted her head, so close to him now that they could have leaned in just a fraction and had their mouths meet. “I do casual,” she whispered. “I do casual real well. But not more than that, not ever more. And this…” She sighed, closed her eyes. “This feels like more to me, Mac, and it scares me to death.”
    â€œYeah. Look, I—”
    â€œMac.” One of his laborers stood in the doorway. “You’re needed downstairs.”
    Taylor turned