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the rain, making her feel safe when the whole world seemed to be crashing in around her. If he wasn’t such a jerk, they might have been able to be friends. But as it stood, she had no idea how she could work with him. Especially as he was quite clear that he wanted her gone.
    “Time to get up, dear!” Miriam called, lightly knocking at the door. “The boys will soon be here.”
    “Okay, Miriam, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
    “I’ll make tea,” the elderly woman said as she walked back toward the office.
    Jenny took a quick shower, then emerged from the bathroom wearing a towel. The sound of an electric saw interrupted her reveries as she dried her hair. Pulling the curtain aside just far enough to peek out, she could see Devon standing by the Captain’s House and cutting lumber on a work bench. She slightly shifted her position to get a better view and the towel fell, leaving her as naked as a jaybird. Hidden behind the curtain, her current state was not a threat to her modesty, but it gave her a vicarious thrill to be looking at Devon while standing in the nude.
    “You are good looking,” she muttered, her eyes locked on the strong, capable man as he expertly went about his work. “Too bad you don’t have a personality to match.” He bent over to pick up another board, his tight, full buns perfectly framed by his snug jeans. “Definitely easy on the eyes.”
    Again a strange spirit of desire overcame her. She closed the curtain and laid on the bed, fantasizing about having sex with Devon. He was naked, on top of her, driving his hot, hard erection into her. Steady, relentless, perfectly smooth strokes, a bonfire of kissing, holding his tight, hard buns, pumping up and down, moans, shrieks of pleasure, their bodies slapping together, the room full of sex smell…Jenny started rubbing her legs together and without even touching herself approached a massive orgasm. But then his words of rejection and his arrogant attitude surfaced in her mind. The erotic spell was broken. She sat up, short of breath, chest heaving, and chided herself for thinking about him in that way…yet again.
    “I don’t care how good he looks,” she said, sounding like an addict trying to quit her drug, “I don’t want this guy in my life, or in my thoughts.” She held out her hands as if making a pronouncement. “Stop thinking about him…especially in that way!”
    She quickly dressed in tight blue jeans with a pink belt, light green sneakers and a yellow top with the buttons undone just enough to see part of her smooth, creamy cleavage. The colors she wore were all over the map and often looked frivolous when she was a blonde, but now that she was a redhead, the perspective seemed to have changed. Instead of looking frivolous, the red hair made her look almost rebellious, as if she was making a statement. Sort of. “This is me and I don’t give a damn what you think.” And in a way, she rather liked the change. It was refreshing.
    Jenny opened the curtain expecting to see Devon, but instead her eyes were instantly drawn through a gap in the trees where she noticed a man walking past on the street. He looked exactly like Ivan. Exactly! She had seen him for only a few seconds, but the height, the black leather coat, even the gait—everything was a perfect match. If it was, she knew he was here to kill her. To obliterate her. To wipe her off the face of the earth. Her heart pounded and she kept watching, but the man did not emerge again on the other side of the hedgerow.
    “He must have turned down Gunnery Road,” she said pensively, biting her lip. She rubbed her fingers. “No, it was just a coincidence. Yes, a coincidence.” She tried hard to convince herself. “It definitely wasn’t Ivan! There’s no way he could have found me this fast.”
    She suddenly noticed Devon had rounded the corner and was looking right at her. It was obvious he had seen her staring at the sidewalk with an alarmed look on her face. He