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threats, Del picked up her pen. “Unlike you, I have work to do.
Go bother Dee.”
    Ryder gave a
grunt.
    “And thanks
for putting the locks on.” She glanced up. “Seriously.”
    “It’s no
problem, you know that.” He pushed back from the counter. “Did Dee
mention to you about going to the river next weekend for a
BBQ?”
    “Not yet.”
    “We’re seeing
if everyone can come. You in?”
    “Definitely.”
    “We’ll get
back to you.” Ryder gave her a wave and started for the door which
was propped open.
    She looked
back down at the fashion catalogue.
    “Del?”
    “Yeah?”
    Ryder’s
expression was serious. “You need help with the roof?”
    She grinned.
“I won’t be putting it up myself.”
    “We can put it
up for you.”
    “Aw, that’s
sweet. But I’m not ready yet.”
    “You know
we’re here, right?”
    “Kind of hard
not to. You’re standing in my doorway.”
    “Smart arse.”
Ryder sent her a second wave and disappeared.
    As soon as she
was sure he was out of sight, she picked up the receipt again and
looked at it. Cripes, Ryder knew how to pick expensive locks.
Granted, he only chose high quality and in the end it would save
her in security and costs, but hells bells, the price .
    With a groan,
she dropped her forehead onto the counter. Toasted sandwiches
looked to be part of her main menu for the next week. Okay, a
little exaggerated but still, parting with money not budgeted for
hurt her…pocket. She liked budgets, liked sticking to them, liked
knowing everything was cleared. Call her a stickler but it worked
for her. Unlike now.
    “You all
right?” The gravely voice came right before the sound of big boots
thumping across the wooden floor.
    Lifting her
head, Del looked up into the face of the muscular giant gazing down
at her in concern.
    “This,” she
informed him, “is all your fault.”
    “What is?” Moz
asked.
    “Doesn’t
matter.” With a sigh, she slid the receipt aside. “What can I do
for you?”
    “What’s my
fault?” he repeated.
    Not about to
flap the receipt in his face, she replied, “Me getting in the shit
with the boys.”
    He grunted,
rubbed his chin, looked down at her thoughtfully. “Got told off,
huh?”
    “Four times.
Wait, no. You made five.”
    “Did the
lesson sink in?”
    The bloody
nerve of the bloke. Del glared at him. “Did you come in to buy
something or just annoy me?”
    “Do I annoy
you?”
    Bracing her
palms on the counter, she pursed her lips.
    Moz’s gaze
dropped to her lips, dropped lower, flicked back up. Was it her
imagination or were his pupils a little more dilated?
    Nah, had to be
her imagination. Just like her heart beat kicking up a notch at the
thought of him maybe being…nah. Just nah.
    Moz turned
away abruptly. “I’m looking for some socks, actually.”
    “Okay.” Glad
to be on familiar ground, Del hopped off the stool and rounded the
counter, heading for the far wall. “They’re over here by the shoes.
What colour?”
    “Black.”
    “Got black.
Size?”
    “You probably
won’t have them in.”
    “Let’s see.”
She walked down the cleared section to the sock rack, stopping to
start flicking through them. “I have ten, eleven, even twelve, and
possibly Yeti.”
    Moz had
stopped right behind her. His silence had her smiling as she
glanced up at him over her shoulder.
    He had one
raised eyebrow. “Yeti, huh?”
    Her smile
widened.
    “Has Simon
been telling tales?”
    “Maybe.”
    Moz just
raised the other eyebrow.
    Amused, she
turned back to the sock display.
    And then she
felt him, that shift in the air, a sudden growing warmth at her
back as he moved closer, one long arm coming over her shoulder as
he plucked a pair of socks from the display.
    Holy heck, the
man was warm. And he smelled good. A whiff of clean male, soap and
faint aftershave. Yum.
    Moz didn’t
move back and she could only stand there, feeling him, smelling
him, absorbing his warmth.
    “You have my
size.” His deep voice was