He leaped out of the truck and bolted across the street. Because he knew the crumbling steps as well as he knew his name, he knew which spots to avoid. He took the stairs two at a time and reached her side before she completely regained her balance. Without much thought, he planted his hands on her hips to steady her.
Beneath masses of blond curls, her head swiveled. Perfect pink lips parted in surprise. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Saving you.”
Bluish-gray eyes narrowed. “I wasn’t aware I needed saving.”
“You were about to fall.”
“Well, I’m not falling now.” She looked down at his hands, still on her hips. “Can you please unhand me?”
“Sorry.” Why wouldn’t she take offense to his grabbing her? His cheeks warm, Ty released her and edged away. Then he reached for her luggage. He ignored the attraction that jolted through him when his fingers brushed hers. “Let me take this inside for you.”
Unburdened, she cleared the last few steps with ease and glided to the door. She hid her eyes with the sunglasses that had been perched atop her head and pointed. “Just leave them there. I’ll take them in later.”
“I can carry them inside. Show you around.” Ty wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet—to the cottage or the woman. There was something familiar about the way she moved. “I know this cottage well.”
She shook her head. “Sorry. I don’t talk to strangers.”
“Name’s Ty Behr.” He stuck out his hand, and she reluctantly took it. “There. Now I’m no stranger.”
Her lips bowed into a faint smile. “I suppose not. But I’m still not letting you inside my house.”
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