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skills.
    “Oh, that’s
too bad. Well get him a couple of those tablets and some water,”
she said. “Are those your sketches on the table in the dining
room?” she asked.
    Boone nodded.
    “Oooh, can I
take a peek?”
    “Of course.”
    “He’s
going to build a gazebo,” I said, and watched my momma’s
face brighten.
    “Oh, that
sounds wonderful. Think about how beautiful it will be at Christmas.”
    I nodded as she
turned and left.
    Boone leaned back
against the wall. He really didn’t look good. Then he turned
his head to stare at me. “You are about to kill me, Verity
Fairchild. What the fuck was that kiss about?”
    I walked past him
and said softly, “Research.” The more information I could
gather about Boone, the more I would know what to do about him and
the secrets I carried.
    His quick intake of
breath gave me a lot of satisfaction. This time I’d been the
one to surprise the hell out of him. That hopefully tarnished up my
preacher girl façade.
    I walked to the
kitchen, thoroughly confused. Boone was getting me turned around all
over again, but I also couldn’t ignore the layers of hurt, then
pain, then agony, then frustration. I was second-guessing myself all
over the place.
    At the fridge I
pulled the door open and reached inside. “Two, please,”
he said. He took one and downed it again all at once. I shook out a
couple of tablets, and his hot fingers brushed against my palm to
take them.
    He downed both the
pills and the second bottle of water.
    He looked over his
shoulder to see where my momma was. She was engrossed in pouring over
Boone’s boards. Then stepped closer to me, his voice low and
raspy. “Then what was that slap for?”
    “You were
being a jerk.”
    “I called you
a liar. I think that was the truth.”
    “Maybe, but
you were still being a jerk.”
    He hissed and rubbed
at his head, closing his eyes in exasperation.
    “I was being a
jerk because you were being evasive. Why can’t you just….”
    “Boone? These
are amazing,” my momma said from the dining room.
    I took that
opportunity to slip out of the kitchen. Maybe it really was time to
clarify once and for all what had happened between us. Maybe I had
been wrong to think I could get away from this all unscathed. I had
scars on my scars. What were a few more? If I was being completely
honest with myself, I owed Boone that much. He was blissfully unaware
of everything. That really wasn’t fair to him or to me.
    Hell. I’d
already kissed him again, and that was what got me in trouble in the
first place. I don’t know why, but I suddenly knew that we
needed to clear this up.
    I’d been so
angry for so long and, seriously, I was so over it.
    I could see why my
daddy preached about forgiveness.
    It was a relief to
even think about unburdening myself.

Chapter Four

    Boone

    Fuck. My dick was so
hard. Fucking wood in front of Verity’s mother. A freaking
preacher’s wife, for chrissake. I’d followed Verity out
of the kitchen into the dining room where her ma was pouring over my
boards.
    I could only pray
that Mrs. Fairchild didn’t notice. I was so hot. The three
bottles of water I had downed didn’t even touch the heat that
seemed to radiate off me like I was the burning core of the sun.
    I could thank Verity
for that.
    Cryptic little peach
pit.
    Verity was like a
hot goad next to me. She sure didn’t kiss like a virgin, which
pissed me off. I didn’t like it that someone had taught her to
kiss like that. And the way she had moved her hand over my skin,
delved into my hair like I was the most wonderful thing she’d
ever touched...
    Geezus. A guy could
get used to that.
    And, I couldn’t
help but compare that kiss to the forgettable kiss I’d shared
with Marcy last night. There was no comparison. All I wanted to do
was get her away from here and…yeah…I must be outta my
mind. I wanted to talk to her.
    Even my dick
went…WTF!
    I shifted my
shoulders and my bare arm brushed against Verity. I noticed that