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muscled back that would soon be even tanner than it was after the sunburn healed. He did need it. The poor guy was really sun burned and there was no way he could rub it all in on his own. But still, where was this coming from? She had never been this bold before.
“I forgot to give you some sunscreen. I feel so bad.”
“Don’t. It’s not my first sunburn. I used to live in the Middle East, remember?”
His voice vibrated on her hands and she continued to massage into his muscles. She squirted a little more into her hand, promising herself this would be the last bit she’d do before she had him put his shirt back on. She admired every ripple in his back and how taut his skin was. She looked at the cuts in his biceps and the ridge on his shoulders. He definitely worked out and she could get used to the eye candy around the ranch.
Pushing away, she had to force herself to stop. If she let it continue, it’d seem like more than just someone helping another put lotion on. “Okay, is that better?”
Sitting up, Nick nodded. “Thanks, Amelia. You didn’t have to do that.”
She wanted to. Still shocked with herself, she went to the sink and loaded up the dishwasher again. “It’s no problem. There’s sunscreen in the bathroom down the hallway. Help yourself to it, and I’d advise slathering it on before you go back out to work in the sun.”
“That’s good advice. Usually I know better.”
Nick walked down the hallway and she took a deep breath, shaking her head. Too bad sunburns were bad for people. She could use more excuses to do that again. Coming back in the kitchen, he held out the bottle and smiled as his eyebrows danced.
"Care to help me put this on?"
His charm was overwhelming, and Amelia laughed out loud. "I'd love to."
***
That evening, Nick was having a hard time sleeping. The sunburn he had acquired earlier in the day wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be, but then again, maybe Amelia's smooth palms and lotion helped. Rolling on his side, he let out a deep breath. Why was sleep so hard to come by? He had worked hard and physically he was spent. If he could just get his mind to slow down, maybe he could get a few hours of rest.
He thought about too much, but mainly Amelia. What was this all about? Regardless of how many times he reminded himself that she was his boss, he still couldn't get his mind off of things. There was something about her that made his pulse race and excited him. He liked to think that if a woman was off limits that he could just move on. That's how it usually worked in the military. But not Amelia.
Kicking his legs off the side of the bed, he walked back to the window that faced her house. It was dark, but the yard light in between their places gave enough view of her back porch where he had seen her early that morning on the swing. Resting his arm on the glass, he leaned his head against it, squinting toward it. Was she outside again? The swing was rocking. It had to have been her. Her father would've never been dressed in a flowing nightgown.
Grabbing his t-shirt and jeans, he quickly put them on. The smell of aloe vera was strong on the fabric, but at least it overpowered the fact that it was the same clothes he had worked in all day. Maybe he should've grabbed clean clothes, but why did it matter? He probably shouldn't have been going there anyway.
To Nick's surprise, the night air was cool and refreshing compared to how the day was. The shepherd mix dog met him halfway, his tail wagging as he reached down to pet him.
"Hey there, boy. I guess you're here to stay."
Looking up, Nick saw Amelia standing on the edge of the porch, her robe pulled tight around her midsection. Her dark hair was blowing in the wind and a small smile parted her lips. "I figured you'd be dead to the world at this time of night," she said.
"Normally I would be. Can't sleep for some reason. Figured you'd be passed out too." Nick walked up the steps and followed her to the
“I forgot to give you some sunscreen. I feel so bad.”
“Don’t. It’s not my first sunburn. I used to live in the Middle East, remember?”
His voice vibrated on her hands and she continued to massage into his muscles. She squirted a little more into her hand, promising herself this would be the last bit she’d do before she had him put his shirt back on. She admired every ripple in his back and how taut his skin was. She looked at the cuts in his biceps and the ridge on his shoulders. He definitely worked out and she could get used to the eye candy around the ranch.
Pushing away, she had to force herself to stop. If she let it continue, it’d seem like more than just someone helping another put lotion on. “Okay, is that better?”
Sitting up, Nick nodded. “Thanks, Amelia. You didn’t have to do that.”
She wanted to. Still shocked with herself, she went to the sink and loaded up the dishwasher again. “It’s no problem. There’s sunscreen in the bathroom down the hallway. Help yourself to it, and I’d advise slathering it on before you go back out to work in the sun.”
“That’s good advice. Usually I know better.”
Nick walked down the hallway and she took a deep breath, shaking her head. Too bad sunburns were bad for people. She could use more excuses to do that again. Coming back in the kitchen, he held out the bottle and smiled as his eyebrows danced.
"Care to help me put this on?"
His charm was overwhelming, and Amelia laughed out loud. "I'd love to."
***
That evening, Nick was having a hard time sleeping. The sunburn he had acquired earlier in the day wasn't as bad as he had thought it would be, but then again, maybe Amelia's smooth palms and lotion helped. Rolling on his side, he let out a deep breath. Why was sleep so hard to come by? He had worked hard and physically he was spent. If he could just get his mind to slow down, maybe he could get a few hours of rest.
He thought about too much, but mainly Amelia. What was this all about? Regardless of how many times he reminded himself that she was his boss, he still couldn't get his mind off of things. There was something about her that made his pulse race and excited him. He liked to think that if a woman was off limits that he could just move on. That's how it usually worked in the military. But not Amelia.
Kicking his legs off the side of the bed, he walked back to the window that faced her house. It was dark, but the yard light in between their places gave enough view of her back porch where he had seen her early that morning on the swing. Resting his arm on the glass, he leaned his head against it, squinting toward it. Was she outside again? The swing was rocking. It had to have been her. Her father would've never been dressed in a flowing nightgown.
Grabbing his t-shirt and jeans, he quickly put them on. The smell of aloe vera was strong on the fabric, but at least it overpowered the fact that it was the same clothes he had worked in all day. Maybe he should've grabbed clean clothes, but why did it matter? He probably shouldn't have been going there anyway.
To Nick's surprise, the night air was cool and refreshing compared to how the day was. The shepherd mix dog met him halfway, his tail wagging as he reached down to pet him.
"Hey there, boy. I guess you're here to stay."
Looking up, Nick saw Amelia standing on the edge of the porch, her robe pulled tight around her midsection. Her dark hair was blowing in the wind and a small smile parted her lips. "I figured you'd be dead to the world at this time of night," she said.
"Normally I would be. Can't sleep for some reason. Figured you'd be passed out too." Nick walked up the steps and followed her to the
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