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must love you at City Hall.”
    â€œThey should. I don’t make many demands on them.”
    â€œYou saved those for me.” He grinned and his sex appeal — the kind that could have a woman naked in less time than it took to say “strip, baby” — climbed into the active land mine zone.
    â€œYou find me demanding?” Molly resisted the temptation to fan herself with a file folder.
    â€œThat sounds a little strong. Let’s just say — determined.”
    The very word she’d used to describe him to her Aunt Vi.
    He uncrossed his arms. One settled along the upper curve of the steering wheel, the other across his seat back. Corded muscles flexed under the sleeves of his T-shirt. Ditto where the cotton fabric stretched across his chest. The car didn’t seem ample enough to contain his broad shoulders and long-legged, well-proportioned frame. His gaze held hers, and she didn’t need Dominique’s Ouija board to prove that, under other circumstances, she could become hardcore attracted to him.
    â€œWhat’s wrong with determination?” she said.
    â€œNothing, if it isn’t taken to extremes.”
    His upper and lower lips were equally full. Like the Michelangelo sculpture of David. The one with what seemed like a larger than life hand. She couldn’t remember how far the sculptor went with the shepherd’s other parts.
    â€œDo you?” she asked.
    â€œDo I what?”
    â€œTake things to extremes?”
    â€œSometimes. Especially in my work.”
    At the mention of work, his eyes became animated like a chocoholic’s might when about to dig into a taxi-sized Hershey bar.
    â€œHow did you get into building condos, if you don’t mind my asking?”
    â€œIt was a natural progression.”
    â€œStarting when?”
    â€œIt started when I was a kid. My folks stored some lumber in the basement. One day I dragged it outside into the backyard. I built a fort — worked at it every day after school and on weekends.”
    Of course. What good was a Commando without a fort?
    â€œI always liked using my hands.”
    Her gaze flicked to his long fingers. They appeared strong enough to wrestle with a steel beam. Probably, they could be gentle enough, too, with a woman.
    â€œIt still amazes my parents and just about everyone who knows me that I traded in a business degree for a hard hat and a tool belt. I tried the office route for two years and found it suffocating. I liked the freedom of working out in the open.” He shrugged. “I still like to crawl around a building site, but creating new projects excites me much more these days.”
    Molly thought about her little cubbyhole of an office. Most of the time she was so busy, she never noticed the limited proportions. She couldn’t imagine Nick stuck in a room even twice as big in size.
    â€œObviously, you enjoy building. How else do you become a condo king?”
    His mouth opened and a frown pulled at his brows. “Where did you get that from?”
    â€œThe Chronicle . Last month, an article outlined how building green caught on really big in the city and ways in which it protects the environment. Your name was mentioned a couple of times. It’s an interesting concept. I read recently where Pacific Gas and Electric has started a drive to erase our carbon footprints.”
    â€œGoing green is the future. Not just in San Francisco. I intend to incorporate whatever aspects are available to use in my current project. The one you’d like to torpedo.” He grinned as if a sunny smile could take away the sting.
    She let it pass. “What aspects?”
    â€œThe plan is to collect rain water for use in the air-conditioning system, use recycled wood and coated glass to keep heat in and solar radiation out. It’s more expensive but worth every cent in the end. It’s not only environmentally friendly, it cuts down on monthly bills for the