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He stepped forward, his gait still uneven after his car journey, and held out his hand

“I’m Erin, Erin Connell, your hostess”

She took his hand in hers, and in that instant he knew he’d lost his battle with himself A sizzle of awareness started at the point where their palms met and shot up his ar his hand and taking a step back So she was affected, too Great Bloody great, he thought dourly This should not be happening

“Please, come inside and let me show you your room,” she said, her voice a little huskier than it had been before “Can I help you with your things?”

“No, I’ll e on my own, thanks”

She turned and preceded hiid spine and the way it led in a straight line to the gentle arcs of her hips and bottom Hips and bottom that were firmly clad in white denim that would probably be outlawed in so to her curves Another clench of desire hit hih it

This was insane Erin Connell wasn’t even his type, he thought, as he followed her up the old wooden staircase to the next floor He didn’t have a type Didn’t want one, ever again And yet, despite his silent protestations, there was still that nagging interest

“Are you visiting from overseas?” she asked

He got that a lot “No, I’inally, but I’ve been based in the States for about eight years now”

“Oh, really? I’ve alanted to go there I hear it’s beautiful Maybe one day,” she said airily as they reached the top of the stairs

He was relieved not to have her enticing shape ser He followed her a short distance along the carpeted corridor and into a large, well-lit rooardens to the rear of the property Well, he supposed they lect He looked around the roolect there was outdoors, it didn’t extend to the inside