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CHAPTER ONE

IT WASN’T EVERYthat Dr Sarah Grayson stepped out of her apart out

It had happened, though

Same man, different woman

Nausea churned in Sarah’s belly She ordered her eyes away, but since a nice, but so to snag her attention, her gaze stayed put

Making out in her hallway ht be a bit of a stretch Still, the couple stood in her rather hunky neighbor’s apart a far from innocent kiss

Even if the kiss had been a hbor’s lean hips wrapped in only a towel knocked innocent right out of the ball park Home run

Grand slam

Sarah ran her gaze over his chiseled torso He rated pin-up-worthy—centerfold, for sure Part of her couldn’t bla to his broad shoulders Or for totally ignoring the fact Sarah had stepped into the hallway Common decency said they should pull apart and look a little eht?

When Sarah’s gaze collided with piercing blue ones, her breath caught No enificent eyes Just pure unadulterated sexual temptation

Good grief He probably was a grand slam

What eyes A color so intense they pulled you in and ,blue depths

Not Sarah, of course

She was iuy She’d built up her defenses years ago while listening to hermen

Adulthood had fortified her defenses

Still, she wasn’t blind Her neighbor was hot She knew it and so did he

Even as his lips lingered on the brunette’s, those eyes crinkled with bad-boy a at the fact Sarah had taken up full-fledged voyeurism

Gaze locked with hers, he pulled back from the kiss

“Baby,” the brunette protested, still not noticing Sarah as she tugged doard on her cocktail dress skirt

Good, the skimpy material barely covered her perfectly shaped bottoy sparkling spandex Then again, if Sarah had curves like the brunette maybe she’d wear shrink-wrapped clothes, too

She doubted it, but who knew? Sarah dressed to avoid drawing attention so she could focus onEither way, she’d never know because her stick-straight slender body lacked the brunette’s hourglass shape

“Brandy, we have cohbor said, much in the way a parent would to a petulant child

The brunette turned, flashing big alaze over Sarah’s shapeless body beneath her heavy jacket, scarf, and hat She dismissed Sarah’s importance and quickly turned back to towel boy

He was better to look at than a ready-to-face-the-chill-of-a-Manhattan-Nove Sarah

Or Sarah on any , really