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appeared. Had she imagined a flicker of interest?Noah Hart was a good-looking, red-blooded male like any other, and she usually knew when a man was interested.
    She didn’t have time to think about it because Rylee was heading through the stable door. They ran in the downpour past a Zen garden with a wheelbarrow and hammock and into their family home.
    â€œThis is the main house,” Rylee said, walking up the wooden steps onto the porch. She removed her raincoat and shook it out.
    To Chynna, it was far from just a house. From the outside, it was more like an estate, thanks to a second nearby house not far from the main one.
    Rylee noticed Chynna looking in that direction. “Oh, that’s just the guesthouse.”
    â€œWhat about the cabins I saw earlier?”
    â€œOh, those are for paying guests. That house is for our personal guests,” Rylee said as she led her inside the foyer. She hung up her rain jacket on a coat rack near the door.
    â€œOh.” Chynna’s mouth dropped when she saw the inside of the home as she removed Noah’s jacket. Hardwood floors, stone fireplaces, a grand foyer and staircase, corridors that went on for miles and stuffed deer heads adorned the walls. She handed the rain-soaked jacket to Rylee, who added it to hers on the rack.
    â€œI would offer you a tour,” Rylee said, “but I think you’d like a shower first, yes?”
    â€œWould love one.”
    â€œFollow me.” Rylee led Chynna up the circular staircase that led to the second story of the home, which went in several directions from north to south to east and west. “We’ll go to my wing of the house.” She led Chynna past several doors on the east side.
    They stopped, and Rylee opened the door to what must’ve been her room because it was ultra-feminine and ultra-glam with a large four-poster canopy bed done in champagne.
    Rylee left Chynna to her own devices and went through another door, returning with towels and a robe. “This will help you get started. The bathroom,” she said, pointing to a door on her left, “Is that way. Help yourself to a shower and any toiletries you need, and I’ll look through my wardrobe and see what I can find that might fit you. You’re a little curvier than me, but I should be able to wrangle something up.”
    Chynna’s face split into a grin. “Thank you so much for the hospitality. I’m sorry to be a bother and take you away from whatever it was you were doing.”
    â€œNo bother.”
    Minutes later, she was alone in the room. Chynna took the liberty of taking that much-needed shower in Rylee’s fabulous mosaic-tiled shower. It didn’t even have a door, so all she had to do was walk in, turn on the tap and let the rainfall showerhead pour over her. She used Rylee’s almond-scented shampoo to wash her hair and her Carol’s Daughter Almond Cookie body wash to scrub her skin. When she was all done, she rubbed the matching lotion all over her body.
    She emerged from the shower to find Rylee had laid out some Levis and a print silk shirt and what looked like a new thong and a bra. Where did she find new undergarments? Chynna didn’t ask. She just put them on and thankfully, they fit perfectly.
    A knock sounded on the door. “Uh, c’mon,” Chynna said, tentatively. It was Rylee’s room after all.
    The occupant of the room was on the other side. “Feel better?” Rylee walked over and touched the bruise on Chynna’s forehead. She may just be a veterinarian, but she knew a contusion when she saw one.
    â€œHundred times,” Chynna assured her, patting her hand away. “Thanks again and don’t worry, this will heal.”
    â€œYou’re welcome,” Rylee said. “So ...” She paused. “Do you want to tell me why you told my brother your name is Kenya?”
    â€œExcuse me?”
    Rylee grinned, revealing perfectly white teeth.