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years.”
    He laughed. “It’s like riding a bike. It comes back to you.”
    He was at ease. He wasn’t seeing her as anything but a work buddy. Surely, she could follow suit.
    â€œI know but you really look like you were born to this. It’s almost a shame you don’t do it anymore.”
    â€œMy end of things is equally important.” He turned from the window. “Come here. Let me show you how simple it is.”
    She walked over to the window and he positioned her in front of it. Handing her the roll, he said, “Hook the end of the tape over the edge of the top molding and then just roll it down.”
    She did as he said but the tape angled inward and by the time she reached the bottom the edge was still bare.
    â€œHere.” Covering her hand with his, he showed her how to direct the roll as she moved it downward, so that the side of the woodwork was entirely covered by the tape.
    Liz barely noticed. With his chest brushing her back and his arm sliding along her arm, old feelings burst inside her. The scent of him drifted to her and she squeezed her eyes shut. She had never met a man who caused such a riot inside her. She longed to turn around and snuggle into him, wrap her arms around him, simply enjoy the feeling of his big body against hers.
    She stiffened. She had to get beyond this! If he could treat her like a coworker, she could treat him like a friend.
    As if unfazed, he pulled away and walked to the paint. He poured some of the gray into one of the trays and white into the second one.
    â€œOkay. I’m ceilings. You’re walls. But first I’m going to do the edge where the wall meets the ceiling.” He nodded at the tray of gray paint. “You take that and a roller and go nuts on the walls. Just stay away from the edges.”
    â€œWith pleasure.” She managed to make her voice sound light and friendly, but inside she was a mess. Especially since he seemed so cavalier. All this time she’d believed his attraction to her fueled her attraction to him. Now, she wasn’t so sure. Oh, she still believed he was attracted to her. His attraction simply didn’t control him.
    And by God she wasn’t going to let hers control her, either!
    For the next ten minutes they were quiet. Cain took a brush and painted an incredibly straight, incredibly neat six-inch swatch at the top of the wall, ensuring that Liz wouldn’t even accidentally get any gray paint on the ceiling.
    Deciding she needed to bring them back to a neutral place or the silence would make her nuts by the end of the day she said, “How do you do that so fast, yet so well?”
    â€œLots and lots of practice,” he said, preoccupied with pouring more white paint into his tray. “Don’t forget I did this kind of work four summers in a row. That was how I knew I wanted to run a construction company. I learned to do just about everything and I actually knew the work involved when I read plans or specs.”
    â€œMakes sense.” She rolled gray paint onto the far wall. She’d heard that story before, but now that she was abusiness owner she understood it and could respond to it.
    â€œIn a way, I got into cleaning for the same reason. Once I realized what would be required of my employees, it was easy to know who to choose for what jobs and also what to charge.”
    â€œAnd you did great.”
    His praise brought a lump to her throat. In the three years they were married he’d never praised her beyond her looks. He loved how she looked, how she smelled, how soft she was. But he’d never noticed her beyond that.
    She cleared her throat. “Thanks.”
    Occupied with painting the ceiling, Cain quietly said, “You know this is going to be more than a one-day job.”
    â€œSo you’ve said.”
    He winced. “More than a two-week job.”
    She stopped. “Really?”
    â€œBecause we can only work weekends, I’m