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swirling. And she just might need to lie back down, which she did.
    Brett settled a hand on her shoulder and helped her back to a sit. He eyed the two empty bottles and grinned. “Please tell me there are more empty bottles lying around somewhere.”
    “Nope.” Squinting, she narrowed her eyes on the bag, then on him. “Are you expecting a little rebound nookie to go with my fortune cookie?”
    “Is that an offer?”
    “No.” Josephina felt her cheeks heat, and it was definitely not from the alcohol. Feigning disinterest, she said, “The bald thing kind of blew it, remember?”
    “You might want to tell that to your hands.”
    She looked down. Whoops, somehow her hands had tangled themselves in the bottom of his shirt. She snatched them back.
    Rising to his impressive height, and placing his most impressive part in her direct line of sight, Brett set the takeout next to Kenny and offered her a hand. He pulled her up—and so far into his personal space their thighs brushed.
    “Thanks for dinner,” she said all breathy.
    “There’s an extra patty in there for Fido.” Fido bared his teeth, and not in a nice way. “And this,” he held up the cell, “I wasn’t sure if the phone was working. I tried calling but only got a busy signal.”
    A normal occurance when the phone was left off the hook.
    “It’s already programmed with my number. Just hold down this button and you can get hold of me.”
    She glanced at his movements. He’d programmed himself as number one—of course.
    “Thanks. I can pay you back in—” She had no idea when.
    “Think of it as a housewarming gift.” He slowly slid the phone into the waistband of her boy-shorts, her stomach quivering as his calloused fingers brushed her bare flesh.
    Her eyes dropped to his mouth, lingering there long enough for him to notice and grin. But when she looked up he was staring at her the same way and they were standing awfully close. Close enough to kiss.
     “You did that on purpose.”
    “Are you mad because I touched you or because you responded?”
    Because you are making this whole “done with men thing” really hard.
    “Thanks for, well, everything. It’s nice to know that if I get eaten by a family of opossums I can contact the authorities so they can tell my parents. But beyond that I’m just…” Too tired to fake it anymore, she dropped the manufactured attitude. “I came here because…well, I don’t know why anymore.”
    The charm-your-pants-off smile that was Brett McGraw, PGA Playboy and everybody’s best friend, faded into something softer, something genuine.
    “Because of that?” He tilted his chin toward the stack of sketches littering the floor.
    Before she could stop him, he picked them up, slowly sifting through her drawings. To anyone else they might seem like pencil lines on paper, but those were her dreams, the way she envisioned Fairchild House.
    Despite the panic bubbling inside, Josephina straightened, bracing herself for his reaction. She’d heard it all before. Her parents had pointed out every flaw in her plan, every reason why she would fail, completely discounting all of the work she had put into Wilson’s career-making hotel.
    Brett got to the last page and looked up. “Seems like a pretty big undertaking.”
    “My parents think it’s an impossible undertaking,” she replied, doing her best to sound confident. Because suddenly everything they had said was coming true and she wasn’t sure if she could do this.
    Brett looked around and she knew he was checking out the watermarks above the fireplace, the crack running down the far wall, the way the upper walkway seemed to sag a bit in the center. But then he looked back at her and shrugged.
    “I didn’t think anything was impossible when you were wearing these.” He lightly tugged on her fairy wings and she felt a simultaneous tug on her heart. “This town needs an inn, a warm place for folks to stay when they come visit. Your aunt understood that. She