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Adeline named will be thrilled to receive it when I don’t meet the terms.”
    “Don’t make up your mind yet, Addy.”
    He was watching her, she knew, and when she turned to him, she also knew he would read the unhappiness in her eyes. He stood with his hands in his pockets, sleeves unrolled butunbuttoned, cuffs hanging open around his wrists. Her sadness made her honest.
    “It’s not a matter of deciding anything and you know it. The fact is, I’m not married, and don’t see myself strolling down the aisle anytime soon.”
    His words were measured. “You have some time to fulfill the requirements of the will.”
    “One year.” She walked back into the bedroom and dropped onto the edge of the bed. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m sure the average guy would just as soon marry me as watch the Bears play Monday Night Football, but I just don’t see this happening.”
    He’d followed her into the bedroom and now moved as if to sit down on the bed. Her look stopped him while he was still a yard away. He was frowning at her.
    Great, now she felt guilty. Years on construction sites might have made her a little rough around the edges, but she didn’t usually go around trying to make people feel bad.
    “Don’t worry about it, Reed. Two days ago, I didn’t know this place existed. So it’s not like I’m really losing anything. I never had it to begin with.” Time to change the subject. “Which room is yours?”
    “At the other end of the hall. The one with the office.”
    She’d peeked in the door to each room, something she could now kick herself for as the image snaked its way into her mind of Reed’s naked torso wrapped in navy sheets, one tanned arm curled beneath his head, eyes closed in deep slumber. She shook her head, hoping the rattling of her brains would dispel the picture, and stood up.
    “Then this room is perfect for me.” She held out a hand to him. “Thanks for the hospitality. See you in the morning.”
    Deep-ocean glints in his eyes kept thoughts of navy blue sheets front and center in her imagination as he took her hand and shook it solemnly before leaving the room.
    At the threshold he paused, one hand on the doorknob, and knocked her back onto the edge of the bed with a look.
    “I may be at the other end of the hall, Addy, but the doors don’t lock.”
    The last thing she saw before he tugged the door shut behind him was his wink.
    She opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. Trying for the last word in this situation was not a good idea. After all, she was about to slide between the sheets of a bed in a house shared only by a man who’d already kissed her senses into oblivion once this evening.
    Provoking him into trying again was not the sane choice.
    But part of her wanted to.
    After washing up, Addy snapped off all the lights in the room except for the warming, colorful glow of the stained-glass lamp on the night table, and climbed into bed, enjoying the feel of the soft, worn cotton sheets on her bare skin. Tugging on the lamp’s chain, she plunged the room into darkness and wrapped the down quilt around her shoulders, listening to the quiet sounds of an old house settling into sleep. She would be happy to do the same.
    Twenty minutes later, she gave up and turned the light back on. She’d left the pile of legal documents on the night table and grabbed them now, hoping to bore herself into falling asleep.
    Or at least to distract herself from the idea of the two unlocked doors between her and the sleeping Spencer Reed of the surprisingly muscular frame.
    If sleep was what she’d hoped for, she’d made the wrong choice in reading her great-aunt’s will, she thought with frustration a wakeful hour later. Going over the specific details of Adeline’s bequest did nothing but make her angry. Make her wish she had her great-aunt standing in front of her so she could shake some sense into the crazy woman.
    “This is ridiculous!” Pages flew across the room and scattered in swirls