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quit staring at him. “Last I remember, we were gabbing…”
    Bruce nodded. “You looked more asleep than awake, but you asked me a lot of stuff about Visitation, and so I answered.”
    Cyn nodded as snippets of memory crept back on her. She’d been curled up under the blankets, warm and drowsy, while rain continued to batter the house and the wind whistled through the trees and rattled the plastic covering the unfinished wall. The next thing she knew, she woke up and Bruce was still there.
    He turned slightly to face her, and his denim-covered thigh brushed her bare feet again. She’d left her jeans on, and he still wore all his clothes, but it felt more intimate than anything she’d ever experienced.
    And she’d pretty much experienced it all.
    Or so she’d thought.
    She felt crippled by confusion and conflicting emotions, and pulled her feet beneath the blanket, well away from him and his heat and his masculine perfection.
    Though nothing escaped Bruce’s notice, he pretended not to see her reaction. “How’s your ankle?”
    She hadn’t thought about it until he mentioned it, and then she realized a dull, throbbing ache traveled up her leg. “It’s great.”
    â€œFibber. Keep that up and your nose will grow.” He stood, scratched his stomach and yawned.
    Her gaze zeroed in on impressive morning wood straining the front of his jeans. Her mouth went dry.
    Oh boy. She’d seen plenty of erections on plenty of guys in the past few years. Some of the men were handsome, some were pigs.
    They all paid.
    They all left her feeling cold and empty.
    She didn’t feel cold or empty now. She didn’t mean to stare, but she couldn’t get herself to look away, either. He was so fine, so incredibly good-looking, and now, despite knowing he was a preacher who sermonized on sins and sinners, he had a boner—which made him all man, as far as she was concerned.
    She’d kept her purse beside her through the night, and now she hugged it to her chest.
    â€œWant to take a shower while I fix breakfast?”
    Finally, Cyn elevated her attention to Bruce’s face, and wanted to melt on the spot. He wasn’t leering, he wasn’t even going to acknowledge the perfectly normal morning function of his body or her less-than-casual reaction to it. Well, he could keep his face as expressionless as he pleased, but he couldn’t dim the heat in those dark bedroom eyes.
    She saw it, and for some unknown reason, a reciprocal heat burned deep inside her. “A hot shower would be heaven.” If she hadn’t turned over a new leaf, she’d have invited him to join her. But all things considered, he probably would have refused her anyway.
    â€œWhen you finish bathing, get the antiseptic ointment from the medicine cabinet and put some on your scratches.”
    Cyn touched her neck and discovered a sore spot and a few nicks. She shoved her thick hair back from her face, knowing she looked a fright…Oh, for crying out loud. Who cared?
    She didn’t.
    She didn’t want him to be attracted to her, anyway. “Sure, thanks.”
    After untangling herself from the blankets and readjusting the strap of her purse, she stood. Her ankle felt better today, and she gingerly put her weight on it. Her hair hung in long, twisted ropes down her back, and more muscles ached than didn’t. Getting dressed and ready to go job-hunting was going to bite.
    Bruce didn’t touch her. He just crossed his arms over his chest and watched her. “You have more aspirin?”
    â€œYeah.”
    â€œDo you need help up the stairs?”
    â€œHardly.” Damn him, she’d make it if she had to crawl. Did he have to be so caring and helpful and…
    â€œThen I’ll go get your suitcase.”
    Guilt nearly choked her. It wasn’t his fault that she didn’t know how to deal with nice people. “It’s not raining