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him a little frown and he realised with a shock that he’d snapped at her. Shit, he was treating her like some new recruit.
    “Yep! Uh, the job sounds great. The guys were all okay, but I’m not certain about the commute. I do consulting, but still they’d want me there sometimes, so…not sure.”
    She headed for her garage door, and he had to step quickly to beat her to opening it for her. She walked pretty fast for such a tiny thing. Breathing deeply to try to slow his erratic heartbeat, he caught the scent of her. Sweet like some flower, not overpowering, but barely there and mixed with the warm scent of woman. She reminded him of a fresh breeze on a sunny day. She smelt so good he wanted to tackle her against the garage wall, and rip that skirt up to cup her little bottom above those stockings. And didn’t that make him feel like a real big jerk?
    “That’s not so far, is it? Not if it’s once in a while.” He didn’t like the idea of her driving so far, but he couldn’t say that.
    He held the door for her and she headed in, saying, “Thank you. Well, it’s still far even for once a month or so…” She was chattering away, juggling a backpack and two bags, clearly unaware of how badly he wanted to kiss her. He tried to take the bags, but she set them down on a little counter near a big outdoor refrigerator.
    “Once a month? What kind of work?”
    He tried to focus, but he was distracted by her scent and the stockings. He’d never seen a woman in stockings. Outside of a magazine or movie, he amended. Not in the flesh. Certainly not less than a foot from him.
    “I’m a structural engineer, drafting mostly. Nothing special, but there’s not much around in the way of jobs.” She disappeared practically inside the refrigerator with her bags of food, then popped her head back out.
    Damn. That was very cool. She was smart and beautiful. “And you can do this from home?”
    “Yep, Internet and all. Most of it is computer programmed anyway, and, well, since I am a girl…” She turned, then, and handed him a long-necked beer, smiling up at him again. “Beer? And it’s mainly a guy’s business, so working at home works great.”
    Yeah, he’d have to agree with that. She was a girl and he’d rather she wasn’t surrounded by a bunch of construction workers, either. “Yeah, that sounds great. Working at home. Nice.”
    Smiling, she leaned against the little shelf behind her and held her beer out. “Can you open?”
    Open? He grinned and knocked the top off with the counter, handing it to her. She took the bottle with a little quirk of her lips, as if she’d known he was completely capable of taking the cap off. Now, why did that make him hotter for her?
    “Thanks. So talented. So.” She took a sip and tilted her head. “Lock. What are these security systems you were talking about?”
    Taking his own sip, he glanced down at the bottle and squinted at the label. Saranac? Oktoberfest. It was good, too. He had a buddy, or used to have a buddy back at the base, who drank Saranac. He’d loved the brewery beers and had always had Saranac or some small microbrew on hand when Russell stopped by. So, Susan had good taste in beer.
    “Good, huh?” she asked. No doubt she had him pinned for a meat and potatoes guy and until her? He had been. Now, though? He was contemplating whether he could find out if she was wearing a silk or lace thong. It had to be a thong. He wanted to run his hands over her, spread those firm, slender thighs and taste her. Blinking, he pulled his brain back above her waist with trouble.
    “Very. From New York?”
    “A microbrewery, but they’re big time now, not so small scale. I found it in town. Not so bad, huh?”
    She definitely thought he drank Bud. Or Coors. “Yeah, it’s good. I like it. Now, that locking system is crap. Let me make a call, have some guys come out and they’ll hook you up with a system no one can break.”
    She made a face. “Your language sucks,