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He liked to think that he’d ood Samaritan, not to jump her bones, but, hellhow much could one man take?

He pushed open his bedroom door and stood inside his walk-in robe If he just concentrated on the basics ood use

Because he was not going to be such a jerk as to try and sleep with a worandfather had nearly died What kind of callous idiot would do that?

So, sweats or shorts? Which would she prefer? And long or short-sleeved shirt? He didn’t—

‘For God’s sake,sweats and a T-shirt off the shelf He glanced up and caught sight of hio to bed Alone God knows, looking at you right now you’d be lucky to ever get laid again’

Deciding to take a quick shower hied, and dropped the folded clothes on her bed Then he snatched hers up, ignoring her floral scent as it rose to his nose, and the sound of the shower through the door, and went to check on dinner

When it was al in the doorway

Dare looked at her As she had warned, his clothes wereHis T-shirt drooped off one delicate shoulder and reached past her thighs even though he’d pulled out the smallest one, and the sweats She must have rolled the low on her hips and brushed her heels when she walked

She’d finished by pulling her hair into a rough topknot as if she was showing him that she hadn’t made any special attempt to impress him So different froreat pains with their appearance

His fingers tightened around the wooden spoon he held ‘Hungry?’

Because he was faet’s famed pie

‘Very’

And there went that fantasy of having her walk up to him and whisper how much she’d like him to lift her onto the benchtop and rip his sweats down her long legs

‘Sit’ He gestured towards the s he’d worn denim instead of soft cotton

‘So why medicine?’ he asked as he shovelled food into his mouth

‘My grandfather was a doctor and I used to be fascinated by his little black bag and everything in it when I was young’

Dare stails and freckles on her nose ‘Did you have freckles?’

Her eyes met his ‘Because of my red hair?’