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Laura’s eyes tracked up the ladder and cahtest posteriors she’d ever seen Her ry speech, repeating it with increasing gusto on the car drive over But apparently all it took was this lone exao dumb

The ladder squeaked as the ht of just whose ruggedly handsonificence

She felt every ic to Jessups Eddie Jessup, to be precise The worst and enic of them all

He smiled broadly “Can I help you?”

Her reat, actually, helping out with a bustling breakfast crowd Her fae were up, which h as the newit all

Over the past several months, she’d thrown herself into her work When her sister discovered a cache of letters dating froold rush era, Laura had used her expertise and Bay Area contacts to capitalize on the find They’d begun to get a little press, not to mention visits by some tweedy historical types Which meant even e

But not if Eddie Jessup and his cursed Jessup Brothers Construction were doing what she’d heard they were doing

It was a clear June day, and she shielded her eyes against the glare, watching as he cli the way his white T-shirt clung in places under the hot sun

“You got sole?”

That broke her silence “I’ve got better things to do than ogle you, Eddie Jessup ”

He laughed, and the easy confidence of itlike she needed to check a text on her cell phone

He jus, dusted off his hands, and faced her with a smile “Well, darlin’? To what do I owe the honor?”

This particular Jessup had been getting under her skin since high school, but she was past that now Back then, she’d looked only ahead, longing for the day she could hightail it out of Sierra Falls Somehow Eddie had sensed it, and he’d upped his tor her It was a habit he’d never gotten over

But she was over it Big-time