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awash with water. He set the wipers in motion and began driving over to Madi’s, wondering if he’d drawn the short straw yet again.
    When he pulled onto her drive, his opinion changed. Madi was sitting under the canopy of the porch. Her arms were clasped around her shins as she rested her chin against her knees. Wearing just a simple red dress, and with her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, she looked stunning.
    Tyler had never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

Chapter Nine

    Madison breathed a sigh of relief as Tyler parked the pickup opposite the porch. Some help at last. When he emerged from the cab he quickly grabbed the tarpaulin from the back of the truck, and then ran for cover from the torrential rain.
    Droplets of water wet his hair and dripped down his handsome, manly face. He looked gorgeous. He wore a pair of hip-hugging jeans and a tight-fitting black T-shirt, too, which showed every delicious contour and muscle of his chest and abs to perfection. Madison could feel herself becoming sexually aroused just looking at him. A man with such a body could do things for a woman. When his amber eyes connected with hers, a pulse of pure pleasure surged through her veins, and her panties moistened with desire.
    Then reality struck home. She was in no doubt that Gabe had told Tyler what had happened between them. Maybe that was why he looked at her as though he wanted to eat her alive. Better to play the hard bitch, rather than show them what she really felt.
    “I hope you don’t mind getting wet, Tyler, but the roof is leaking badly.”
    “No problem, Madi. I can cover the hole with this tarpaulin. That’ll keep the house dry until I can finish the job properly.”
    “Good,” she answered abruptly, trying to keep her distance. Keep aloof and out of reach. When she stood, she felt incredibly small beside Tyler as she led the way into the house. “Your ladders are still in place. That should make it easier for you. Is it a big job?”
    “No need to worry yourself. I’ll have it fixed in next to no time.”
    Madison watched Tyler run up the stairs, two at a time. He definitely had a lot of stamina. She almost regretted calling him over in the rain. She knew he’d get wet through, but it was too late to back down now. His brother had made a fool of her, used her, and treated her like a common whore.
    Feeling a little guilty, she followed him upstairs and pulled two warm towels from the cupboard. At least he’d be able to dry himself when he’d finished securing the roof.
    After about twenty minutes he reappeared on the balcony, soaked through. His hair was plastered to his head, and water streaked down his face and dripped off his nose. Madison handed him a dry towel as he came through the French doors and into the bedroom.
    “Thanks,” he said, taking it from her outstretched hand. He immediately rubbed it over his hair and face, and then down his arms. “It should hold for a while. I can come back and fix it properly tomorrow. That’s if you want me to.”
    “Please, I’d be grateful. Being a woman on my own isn’t easy. I’m sorry you got wet, Ty. I know I can be a selfish bitch at times. I guess it could have waited until morning, or at least until the rain had stopped.”
    He stared at her, perhaps trying to second-guess what she was really thinking. “It’s done now.” He looked down at where he stood. Water pooled at his feet, marking the plush cream carpet. “I’d better go, before I ruin anything else.”
    As he made his way down the stairs, she called after him, “Would you like a drink? It’s the least I can do.”
    He stopped at the bottom, his gaze caressing her from head to toe. She knew he wanted to fuck her as much as his brother did. That thought alone made her panties moisten even more.
    His voice was deep and lifted the hairs on the back of her neck as he answered, “If it’s no trouble, Madi. I will.”
    She led the way into the kitchen and pointed at the table.