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thinking we’re in this for a month. And we’re kind of going to be stuck together.”
    â€œAre you bailing?”
    â€œNo!” His answer was sharp. He stopped painting and faced her. “No. But I have to warn you that I’m a little confused about how to treat you.”
    Relief stuttered through her. She didn’t want him to seduce her, but she certainly didn’t want to be the only one fighting an attraction. “I thought we were trying to behave like friends.”
    â€œI’m not sure how to do that.”
    â€œMost of the day you’ve been treating me like a coworker. Why don’t you go back to that? Forget I’m your ex-wife.”
    He glanced over at her and all the air evaporated from Liz’s lungs. The look he gave her was long and slow, as if asking how he could forget that they’d been married, been intimate.
    Maybe that was the crux of their problem? Every time she looked at him something inside her stirred to life. She’d lived for three years without thinking about sex, but put him in the room with her and she needed to fan herself. Worse, through nearly three years of a bad marriage, they’d already proven they could be angry with each other, all wrong for each other and still pleasure each other beyond belief.
    It was going to be difficult to pretend none of that mattered.
    But they had to try.
    She cleared her throat. “I could use a glass of water. Would you like one?”
    â€œPlease.”
    In the kitchen, she took two bottles of water from the refrigerator. She pressed the cool container against her cheek. Late March in southern Florida could be hot, but being in the same room with Cain was turning out to be even hotter.
    Still, A Friend Indeed needed his help. Amanda deserved a pretty home for herself and her kids. Liz was also a strong, determined businesswoman who had handled some fairly tough trials through the three years of running her company. One little attraction wasn’t going to ruin her.
    Feeling better, she walked back to the living room, but stopped dead in the doorway. Reaching up to paint the ceiling, with his back to her, Cain stretched his T-shirt taut against his muscles. His jeans snuglyoutlined his behind. She swallowed. Memories of them in the shower and tangled in their sheets flashed through her brain.
    She pressed the water bottle to her cheek again, pushing the pointless memories aside, and strode up behind him.
    â€œHere.”
    He turned abruptly and a few drops of paint rained on her nose.
    â€œOops! Sorry. You kind of surprised me.”
    â€œIt’s okay.”
    He yanked a work hanky from his back pocket. “Let me get that.”
    Enclosing her chin in his big hand to hold her head still, he rubbed the cloth against her nose. Memories returned full force. Times he’d kissed her. Laughing on the beach before running into the house for mind-blowing sex. Falling asleep spooned together after.
    He blinked. His hand stilled. Everything she was feeling was reflected in his dark eyes.
    The world stopped for Liz. Holding his gaze, knowing exactly what he was remembering, feeling the thrum of her own heart as a result of the memories that poured through her brain, Liz couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
    For ten seconds she was absolutely positive he was going to kiss her. The urge to stand on her tiptoes and accept a kiss was so strong she had to fight it with everything in her. But in the end, he backed away, his hand falling to his side.
    Turning to the wall again, he said, “Another twenty minutes and I’ll have the ceiling done. If you want to go put blue tape around the windows in the dining room we could probably get that room done today, too.”
    She stepped back. “Okay.” She took another step backward toward the door. “Don’t forget your water.”
    He didn’t look up. “I won’t.”
    Relief rattled through her. He’d just had a