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“Why?”

She opened one cabinet—plates—and then another Jackpot “For the beer” She grabbed two tall glasses, spun on her heel and strolled back to the island, where she unscrewed the growler top and poured

“I don’t like beer” His gaze was zeroed in on the glass of Sweet Salvation Brewery’s latest aainst the counter, arms folded over his bare chest

Up until now, she’d done a pretty good job of keeping her focus on Mateo’s face, which was distracting enough, and not thehis torso But once her line of vision dipped down, there was no co in hotness

Tattoos of four military helmets formed a band around one thick biceps, one of several tattoos that decorated his broad chest so thick with ive the male fitness models she knew a run for theirlow on his waist, giving her a full view of his six-pack abs If only he’d tug them down just a little bit lower, she could see al a V at his hips—or at least that’s what she iined If she actually saw the a little woozy as it was

Pull it together, Olive Breath You’ve seen plenty of men totally naked

Problem was, none of them made her stomach flutter like Mateo

Focus!

Sucking in a deep breath, she tore her gaze away fro bin next to her at the end of the island

“You don’t like beer?” She nudged his open-top bin with her toe and the telltale rattle of glass bottles sounded “Really?”

He cleared his throat “I make exceptions every once in a while”

She held out a glass to him “So make one now”

Their fingers grazed as he took the glass fro fro of an itch that needed to be scratched She wasn’t sure when but so the beer, she’d lost control of the situation and she needed to get it back

He took a long, slow sip of beer, the whole tilare of a born skeptic “What is it you’re after?”

When she’d pulled up in her car? His help Now? Getting a peek—and more—at as underneath his basketball shorts