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“Nope I say what I mean, Janie You know that about me”

Maybe it’s ti yourself you’re immune to his atte

Hah Janie wasn’t immune to him Not even freakin’ close

And the hell of it was, his daet ht years She was over hi time

Hadn’t she?

“Janie?”

Meeting his gaze, she sed a purely feray offset by long, thick black eyelashes Yet he hadn’t s They’d always been right there, bold and unapologetic Like now

Intent Fortitude Amusement Lust

Then he violated her personal space, ne Not the Chaps scent she reed her traitorous brain to purr, what are you waiting for? Hot man, hot skin, hot damn

“Cat got your tongue, cupcake?” he drawled

“No Seems a little weird to be here” Janie stepped around him and into the entryway Boxes of ceramic tile were piled next to the wall and new e of the carpet

“Watch your step It’s a et back to it this week”

“I didn’t know you could tile, Abe”

“I didn’t either Not until we started putting the finishing touches on Hank and Lainie’s house Found out it ain’t as hard as I thought”

“I’reat when you’re done Can I see the tile?”

Abe pulled out a square from the top box “Nothin’ fancy”

The tile irled with brown and rust in a random pattern, but wasn’t plain “I like it”

“Thanks” Abe set the tile back and gestured for her to precede hi room

Now this rooe and brown sofa patterned with horses? Gone As were the erine-colored corduroy side chairs Abe’s late er adorned all available shelf space The room was typical bachelor, puffy tan couches with built-in recliners A ginormous TV A sturdy wooden coffee table piled with remotes The only reminder of his parents was the fahan draped over the back of the couch