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Belleview in the last month, and sure enough a wood sign with flowers and leaves carved into it told him someone named Prime lived at the end of this driveway.
    He grabbed the fern from the passenger seat. It was a housewarming present to someone who was moving out on their own. It was a way to see her again, and frankly it was something to say, “Hey, remember me? I’m the guy you screwed in the bathroom. I’d like to do it again, but I have to get your number first.”
    His hand was up at the door ready to press the doorbell when he realized how crazy he sounded. He was a stalker.
    He stood there and stared at the door and tried to think of some way to talk to this woman he couldn’t get out of his head.

Chapter Seventeen
    April plopped on the couch. She looked around and smiled. It was really shaping up. She should have brought a fan in while she painted the bathroom. She started to wipe her arm across her face but stopped when she saw the paint on there. The other arm wasn’t any cleaner. At least the room looked nice.
    Her mother had frowned at the white subway tile and square pedestal sink April purchased at the home improvement store a couple of nights ago. But April couldn’t help herself. She’d insisted the tile she was using as a backsplash was economical, and it was.
    She sure wasn’t going to tell her mother it reminded her of the Business Depot bathroom and someone she wasn’t going to have again. Truth be told, April couldn’t get that morning out of her mind. She was hoping it would have some cathartic effect if she put it on her walls. So far, it wasn’t working.
    Turning out her bedroom lights at night, April could still feel how good Mr. James’s arms felt around her. She could still feel the press of his body and the perfect way his touch zapped everything ordinary about sex from her universe.
    She’d hoped she could just go back to her job and revel in her independence. Now she was distracted. She’d done her supply order online like she always did, but looking at the Business Depot logo made her think about the manager she got to know in the dark.
    Dammit. The paint fumes and the tile grout must be screwing with her brain. She had been doing okay today not thinking about him. She just needed some air.
    That was all. She was just a bit high from the fumes. She already had the back door open since it was close to the bathroom. If she opened the front she’d have a good cross breeze to air the house out faster.
    April popped up and pulled down her ponytail holder to redo her hair where it had fallen on the sides. She swung the door open and was just about to put her hair back in its restraint when she saw the plant. Her mouth fell open when she realized who was holding it.
    “Oh.”
    “I..” Mr. James stuttered. “I…” He thrust the plant at her. “I brought you a housewarming present.”
    April backed up. “How did you know where I lived?”
    “Your mother─”
    Of course it was her mother. “She told me she sent you flowers.”
    “She sent me a card. Told me your name.”
    April shook her head. “I assume you’re okay?”
    “Concussion, but other than a few days off work, I’m fine.” He pushed the plant forward. “So. Here’s the plant.”
    April looked at him.
    “I also wondered…if you wanted to go…for coffee or something.”
    After putting the plant in April’s hands he obviously didn’t know what to do with his, so he shoved them in his pockets. He was wearing jeans and a polo. His face was clean-shaven and his hair was just a little wet from where a bit of rain began to mist down around him.
    “I do drink coffee.” April conceded.
    His smile pressed a dimple into his left cheek. He was adorable, and April found herself grinning back.
    “Can I tell you my name now?” He asked.
    “I don’t know, Mr. James,” she teased. “That depends on what you want out of this little visit.”
    His hands flew up. “Just coffee. I swear.”
    “When?” she