She’d tried to lock the memories away someplace deep inside her, but they refused to stay buried.
“I should get to the windows tomorrow or the next day.” Blake’s voice from the doorway made her jump. “Once the roof is fixed and the windows are in, she should be weather-tight.”
She kept her head down. “Sounds like you’ve got everything under control.”
His footsteps told her he was coming inside. She tensed. He walked past her, to a small cooler in the corner and removed a bottle of water.
“It gets hot up there.” He peeled off his work gloves, took a swig and wiped his mouth.
She nodded. In the dim light, his eyes didn’t grab hers. “You need to watch it. You can get a real burn at this altitude, even if it doesn’t feel hot.”
“Thanks for the advice. I’m afraid it might be a little late though.” He turned so his back faced her. “What do you think?”
Think? She thought of rubbing sunscreen on those broad, well-muscled shoulders. That fluttering below her belly started up again. Ridiculous. She pivoted and strode toward the door. The nature trail could wait until morning. Right now she needed to burn off these impossible feelings with hard, physical labor. She glanced at him over her shoulder. “What I think is that you should put your shirt on, Mr. Windsor.”
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