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dispelling the chill that had begun to creep across his spine.
    “Talk about yanking me bodily out of my rabbit warren.” She shook her head. “You know I’ve never done that before.”
    “Could’ve fooled me. You were good at it.”
    She pushed against his shoulder. “Until today I’d only done that with one other person.”
    He froze, unwilling to ask about her lost fiancé. At this point, it was none of his business and if he were honest with himself, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
    He took her hand. “Look, I won’t say I didn’t like what we did, and I don’t do that all the time.”
    “Could’ve fooled me. You were good at it.” She waggled her brows.
    That got a laugh that burst out of his throat like a bullet. “Maybe we both needed it.”
    “Maybe you’re right.” She sighed and resumed looking at the leaves. “It’s been two years since I let myself feel anything. I’ve been numb for so long I forgot what passion, what life , tasted like, so thank you for that.”
    “Well, then you’re welcome.” He kissed her hand. “Did I smell scones?”
    Hannah watched him as they ate breakfast, her gut clenching. Did she just have casual sex with a man she didn’t know?
    She had no one to blame but herself if she had. Hell, she’d practically thrown herself at him. She needed to lose herself in passion and Dylan was readily available. It wasn’t the full truth, but it was at least a partial truth.
    Memories of her life with Phillip danced across her mind. She’d blocked them when he’d died, refusing to think of him because then she’d have to say goodbye to him.
    The morning had exhausted her emotionally, mentally and physically, but somehow she felt better than she had in a while. She’d been telling the truth when she told Dylan she was all right. Hannah had shed many tears when she lost her love, but she’d not let him go.
    Perhaps she should thank her general contractor for being the trigger for the expulsion of the cork she’d been hanging on to. Literally and figuratively.
    She drained the coffee in her cup and set it down with a bang. “If you’re done, we can go to the Jorgensens’. I’ll drive.”
    He grabbed another scone. “Sure. Let me get my thermos from the truck. I want supplies to go.”
    “Fine, but I expect you to share the coffee.” She started a fresh pot then went into her room to put on shoes. The morning had gone sideways, but somehow she wasn’t upset or confused. Dylan had brought her clarity—that was the truth. It was as if being with him had pulled cobwebs away from her path.
    She was smiling when she went back in the kitchen. Dylan was just pouring the coffee into a beat-up black thermos. She retrieved the cream from the fridge and the sugar bowl. He fixed the coffee while she packed up the rest of the scones. The man had consumed four of them already. He had a big appetite.
    The thought made her snort and she didn’t bother to explain it. He made that face with one brow up and she pointed to the door. “Let’s get cracking, Broadway.”
    The drive out to the Jorgensens’ was pleasant. He poured her coffee and she sipped at it from the thermos top. The fact he was sipping from the main thermos made the sharing that much more intimate. She shouldn’t be fussy considering they’d shared much more than coffee. Besides, he fixed the coffee exactly how she liked it. What did that say about them?
    When they arrived at the Jorgensens’ warehouse, the building was dark and a yellow notice was attached to the door. “I don’t think I can look at that sign.” Her stomach burbled with the coffee she’d consumed. If she were lucky, she wouldn’t vomit from the stress.
    “Let me.” He handed her the thermos and hopped out of her truck. She watched with a tight gut as he read the paper with his hands on his hips. He took a picture of it with his phone then got back in the passenger seat. “It’s been sealed by order of the