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sweet rolls at With Icing on Top and made a stop at his place.
In the daylight, she’d gotten an even better idea of the amount of work he’d done. With the eyesore outbuildings gone, she could see how much land still surrounded the house. With a lot of muscle and sweat, it could be turned into a beautiful site again. If Mac hung around that long. She had a feeling this was a temporary situation for him, although she had no idea why anyone would go to all this trouble for a place they didn’t intend to stay in very long.
From then on, she made it a regular habit to drive out in the mornings with goodies from the bakery. Mac made coffee and they sat on the back steps and enjoyed the scenery and talked about—well—nothing really. But she came to look forward to it more and more. It didn’t matter that when she’d moved to Saddle Wells, she’d promised herself she wouldn’t let an attraction to a man guide her life. It still hurt to remember the relationships she’d thought were so solid, so exciting, where the men had turned out to be users and losers. Apparently, her judgment in that department was pretty skewed.
Odds were, she was being stupid yet again. She had a history of making bad choices and getting hurt because of it. Yes, stupid was the word. But she couldn’t fight the urge gripping her that she and Mac were on the verge of something, something that might consume and destroy them or might be just the best thing ever. Even though she’d been with him early that morning, she had an itch to see him again. Would he wonder at two visits in one day? Would he tell her he didn’t have time? Would he think she was too pushy?
What are you doing, Nida Danielle Beloit. You’re going to make a fool of yourself. Why do you always put yourself out there? He’ll be gone soon and you’ll be left to pick up the pieces.
But she wanted to see him. She truly did.
Damn. She was a grown woman. She needed to stop dithering like a teenager.
Finally, she called his cell and hesitantly suggested she might come by at lunchtime if that was okay.
Now here she was, with a picnic basket from the Bit and Bite and a bad case of nerves. So she was a glutton for punishment. So what? She just could not get this man out of her mind, or shut down her hormones where he was concerned. There had been nothing overt since that one very hot kiss, but every time they were together, the air around them had such an electric charge she could practically hear it sizzle. She itched to have his hands on her naked skin, to feel him inside her, to share more of those erotic kisses.
She could tell by the heat in his eyes every time their gazes connected that he felt the same way. She had the distinct feeling that he was waiting for something, but she didn’t know what. Or know how much longer she could wait without self-combusting.
This is a stupid thing to do. I should go home, take out my vibrator and go to work when I have myself under control.
Nida told herself that all the way here, but her body refused to listen to her brain. She knew with a certainty she was setting herself up for yet another disaster. Mac McDaniel had an agenda and it didn’t include her. But apparently, she never learned.
He was at the side of the house when she pulled into the parking area, shirtless, his sweat-slicked upper body gleaming in the sun. His streaky blond hair had lightened even more and grown so it covered the nape of his neck. As he lifted more of the underbrush he’d cleared out and tossed it into a huge pile, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched and flexed. And when he strode over to the pile, she got a clear view of his most excellent ass.
Nida, you are losing it.
Maybe so, but she couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to lose it with.
He tossed the debris, turned and waved at her, his mouth shaping into a broad grin.
Nida climbed out of her vehicle and waved back. Then she reached into the back seat for the picnic basket and
In the daylight, she’d gotten an even better idea of the amount of work he’d done. With the eyesore outbuildings gone, she could see how much land still surrounded the house. With a lot of muscle and sweat, it could be turned into a beautiful site again. If Mac hung around that long. She had a feeling this was a temporary situation for him, although she had no idea why anyone would go to all this trouble for a place they didn’t intend to stay in very long.
From then on, she made it a regular habit to drive out in the mornings with goodies from the bakery. Mac made coffee and they sat on the back steps and enjoyed the scenery and talked about—well—nothing really. But she came to look forward to it more and more. It didn’t matter that when she’d moved to Saddle Wells, she’d promised herself she wouldn’t let an attraction to a man guide her life. It still hurt to remember the relationships she’d thought were so solid, so exciting, where the men had turned out to be users and losers. Apparently, her judgment in that department was pretty skewed.
Odds were, she was being stupid yet again. She had a history of making bad choices and getting hurt because of it. Yes, stupid was the word. But she couldn’t fight the urge gripping her that she and Mac were on the verge of something, something that might consume and destroy them or might be just the best thing ever. Even though she’d been with him early that morning, she had an itch to see him again. Would he wonder at two visits in one day? Would he tell her he didn’t have time? Would he think she was too pushy?
What are you doing, Nida Danielle Beloit. You’re going to make a fool of yourself. Why do you always put yourself out there? He’ll be gone soon and you’ll be left to pick up the pieces.
But she wanted to see him. She truly did.
Damn. She was a grown woman. She needed to stop dithering like a teenager.
Finally, she called his cell and hesitantly suggested she might come by at lunchtime if that was okay.
Now here she was, with a picnic basket from the Bit and Bite and a bad case of nerves. So she was a glutton for punishment. So what? She just could not get this man out of her mind, or shut down her hormones where he was concerned. There had been nothing overt since that one very hot kiss, but every time they were together, the air around them had such an electric charge she could practically hear it sizzle. She itched to have his hands on her naked skin, to feel him inside her, to share more of those erotic kisses.
She could tell by the heat in his eyes every time their gazes connected that he felt the same way. She had the distinct feeling that he was waiting for something, but she didn’t know what. Or know how much longer she could wait without self-combusting.
This is a stupid thing to do. I should go home, take out my vibrator and go to work when I have myself under control.
Nida told herself that all the way here, but her body refused to listen to her brain. She knew with a certainty she was setting herself up for yet another disaster. Mac McDaniel had an agenda and it didn’t include her. But apparently, she never learned.
He was at the side of the house when she pulled into the parking area, shirtless, his sweat-slicked upper body gleaming in the sun. His streaky blond hair had lightened even more and grown so it covered the nape of his neck. As he lifted more of the underbrush he’d cleared out and tossed it into a huge pile, the muscles in his arms and shoulders bunched and flexed. And when he strode over to the pile, she got a clear view of his most excellent ass.
Nida, you are losing it.
Maybe so, but she couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to lose it with.
He tossed the debris, turned and waved at her, his mouth shaping into a broad grin.
Nida climbed out of her vehicle and waved back. Then she reached into the back seat for the picnic basket and
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