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trip to Alaska until almost three weeks later.  By that time they were
already in December.
    Once he’d gone back into the office he’d been so swamped
he hadn’t been able to drag himself from under the backlog of work until now. 
Heck, he hadn’t even been able to find time to make up excuses for his
self-appointed babysitter to come over and check up on him.  He’d only been
able to touch base with her a couple of times over the past few weeks, mainly
to thank her again for all her help while he’d been laid up.  Each time he’d
called she’d been gracious about it, acting like it was nothing, but he knew it
had been a lot.  She was a busy woman and yet she’d taken her precious time to
be there for him.  How could he feel anything but grateful…
    …and just a little bit guilty.  He could have hired
someone to come in to monitor him - he had more than enough money to take care
of that – but that someone would not have been anything like Solie.  She was
the one he’d wanted dropping by, fluffing his pillow, playing boss. 
    As thoughts of Solie filled Ransom’s mind he smiled,
braced back in his chair and rested his feet on the edge of the desk.  Sweet
memories came floating back and, busy or not, he had no desire to stem them.
    One evening he’d had a splitting headache and although
he’d hated to bug her he’d called and she’d come right over.  Then she’d
proceeded to pamper him, pressing a cold compress against his forehead, almost
making him forget that he was a gentleman when she leaned over and he was
blessed with the sight of her full breasts thrusting against the soft fabric of
her blouse.
    He could see her nipples, hard and pointy, tempting him,
teasing him and it was all he could do to keep from tilting his head to cover
those ripened buds with his lips.  She was so tempting she made his mouth water
and, as if the sight of her weren’t enough to break down his defenses, her
womanly fragrance - a mixture of spice and springtime - was driving him up a
very rough wall.  He’d had to clench his fists to keep from reaching up and
dragging her down on top of him.
    Another time she’d come over with a macaroni and cheese
pie and barbecued chicken.  When he opened the door to her she’d gone straight
to the kitchen and was in there quite a while, banging plates and sounding like
she was ladling out enough food to feed an army.  He decided to go in and check
on her.
    Solie was busy in the kitchen, all right.  She’d made a
big bowl of salad and from the bag of flour and the eggshells he could see on
the counter he could tell she’d whipped up something for the oven.  But she was
nowhere in sight.
    Ransom entered the kitchen and walked over to the island
in the middle of the spacious room.  It was when he circled it that he saw the
delectable creature.  The rear end of her, that is.
    Solie was bending over, peering into the oven, giving
Ransom a close up view of her jeans-covered behind.
    He was enjoying the scenery when she pulled back and
slammed the oven door shut.  She straightened and, clearly not realizing he was
in the room, in one fluid movement she turned and stepped forward, slamming
right into his chest.
    On reflex his hands shot up to hold her, keep her from
falling, and as he pulled her close she gasped and grabbed onto his upper arm. 
Solie looked up into his face, her eyes wide, her lips parted, her breath
coming in quick gasps.  She looked ready to be kissed.
    Ransom was never one to pass up on a perfect
opportunity.  Arms sliding around her, he lowered his head, intent on capturing
those pink lips, now soft with surprise.
    “Uh, sorry.  I…didn’t mean to bump into you.”  Exerting
pressure on his upper arms Solie pushed herself back and out of his embrace.
    “No problem.”  Ransom dropped his arms then shoved his
hands into his pockets, watching as Solie stepped back then lifted a hand to
brush a stray lock of hair from her brow.
    For a second