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every second of their kiss. For someone who didn’t like her, he did a credible job of kissing.
    Much to her dismay, Molly wasn’t able to toss off the kiss as she wanted. Its memory resurfaced time and time again as she worked during the afternoon.
    She’d be dusting a table and the next thing she knew she found herself staring off into space, remembering Josh’s touch, remembering how she felt when his lips moved against hers, when his body pressed into hers. It was nothing at all like Marc’s kisses. And nothing as tame as the ones she’d read about in books.
    Shaking her head, she’d return to her task, only to find herself thinking more about the kiss than the work she had to do.
    Giving up in exasperation, she stormed into the kitchen to prepare the evening meal. Maybe that would take her mind off Josh Hart and his killer kiss.
    Stirring a batch of mashed potatoes when Lance sauntered into the kitchen, all cowboy charm, Molly looked up and smiled. No hidden undertones here. He was a male on the prowl and they both knew it.
    “Howdy, darlin’. Need any help?” he asked, leaning against the kitchen counter crowding her, watching her.
    “You can set the table if you want.”
    It soothed her pride that he flirted with her. At least one man on the ranch wasn’t anxious for her to leave.
    “Could. Maybe I was just being friendly and wanted to watch you work.”
    “Get a charge out of watching others work, huh?” She grinned at him. He was nice and friendly. Not like some men she could mention.
    “Beats working myself.”
    “Actually, you could do me a favor, if you wouldn’t mind?”
    “Anything, darlin’.”
    Molly flushed at his flirting. She wasn’t used to it and didn’t know how to respond. “I haven’t had a chance to finish taking the boxes out of my trunk, including my laptop. Maybe you could bring it all in for me and take it up to my room?”
    “Sure.” He nodded. “Where are your keys?”
    “In my purse, on the dresser in my bedroom. It’s the room at the top of the stairs.”
    “I’ll find them.”
    Moving away, his boots stomping slightly on the wooden floor, Lance went to find her keys.
    Molly put the potatoes back on the stove to keep warm and checked the biscuits. They were perfect, just a minute or two away from being done. She closed the oven door and turned to get the plates and silverware for the table.
    She heard the rumble of masculine voices and stopped to listen.
    “What the hell are you doing coming from Molly’s room?”
    Josh’s voice.
    Her heart dropped. Tossing everything on the table, she ran out into the hall.
    “—keys so I can unload her car.”
    “She ask you?”
    “As a matter of fact, yes.” Lance’s eyes danced in amusement as he faced off against Josh.
    Molly halted when she reached them. A person would have to be dead to miss the tension that filled the hallway. The two men were of a size. They looked ready to fight at the drop of a hat.
    “Is there a problem?”
    She didn’t want to be there, but if she was the cause, no matter how unknowing, she thought she should do something to ease the situation.
    Josh shook his head and held out his hand to Lance. “I’ll get her stuff.”
    Lance hesitated a moment, glanced at Molly and winked. “Fine.” He dropped the keys into Josh’s outstretched hand. “Guess I’ll be setting the table, after all.”
    Josh looked at him sharply.
    Lance shrugged, grinned, and headed back toward the kitchen. “I offered my services to Molly. She had a couple of suggestions.”
    Josh reached out and snagged Molly’s arm as she turned to follow Lance. She looked up, surprised. Shimmering waves of excitement hit her and she wondered for a foolish moment if he planned to kiss her again.
    “Lance is my foreman, not some kitchen help.”
    “He offered.”
    “What other services did he offer?”
    Josh grit his teeth. He didn’t care. He couldn’t care. But he also couldn’t walk away from her until he knew.
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