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trash.”
    “Done.”
    “And if you want your boxers to air dry on the clothes line the way Mabel used to do, let’s just say I refuse to step foot in the back jungle… I mean, yard.” She nodded her head toward the back door, mischief in her eyes.
    “I’ll take care of it. One of these days, it’ll be fit for a queen.”
    “Excellent,” she said and gave a playful nod. Without missing a beat, she asked “So why does the backyard resemble a rain forest?”
    He bit back a growl, but was secretly glad she hadn’t made more of his faux proposal.
    “The guy I hired to keep the yards up decided he’d rather take my money and not do the work. He kept the front yard okay, but since he knew I was out of state or out of the country, I guess he figured he didn’t need to do the job. That’s three years of neglect.”
    “Wow. What an asshole.”
    He pursed his lips.
    “That’s what I keep telling the neighbors, who are rightly pissed. Who knows why they didn’t call. I gave them my number.”
    Reya’d never been a delicate flower, exotic yes, simpering, hell no. So her language didn’t surprise him, it was her next sentence that shocked and pleased him.
    “I’ll help you hide his body.”
    He laughed, loud and long. It’d been too damn long since he’d laughed. Between losing his grandmother, his career, almost losing his leg…
    “I mean, I’m sure you know more about that than me. But I can handle a shovel.”
    “I don’t doubt that.”
    “I shouldn’t have told you that. Now you’ll expect me to help you with chores in the backyard.” She gave a playful grimace and then batted her eyelashes at him.
    Another laugh rumbled from his chest and he rubbed the wall of muscle over his heart.
    “When’d you get to be so funny?”
    “Oh, sometime between twenty three and twenty four.”
    Smiling, he shook his head. He’d been gone too long, missed too much. Damn, it really was good to be home. Even if home didn’t include Grandma Mabel anymore, Reya did a fine job of making him forget his worries.
    Unfortunately, she didn’t make him forget his desires. And she’d always been at the top of that list.

4
    T he sound of a demented power tool interrupted Reya's Thursday morning call. Glancing out the back window, she saw nothing but weeds and young trees. The sound grew louder since the old walls provided little buffer.
    Picking up her laptop she moved into the living room and continued planning out the day with the guys. The assignment was for a small project, a second round of development, but she gave it her full concentration.
    When the call ended, she shot off an email to Grant, one of the owners of the company and asked about the status of the new project she might or might not be managing in Switzerland.
    Project managers and developers were spread all over the world and worked remotely. And while she didn't mind that at all, she'd grown to love her time in Spain, especially the community they'd developed during her time there. The structure, the face time, the after-hours camaraderie was something she hadn't realized she'd been missing out on.
    She was eager, not only to travel but to gain that kinship again.
    Once that email was sent, she searched for her shoes and poked her head out the back door.
    The Greek God at the end of the garage wielding a chainsaw was the last thing she'd expected to see. So that's where the racket was coming from. He maneuvered the deadly machine with ease, slicing through the brush, leaving a path of destruction in his wake.
    A shorter guy, obviously not related to the God, hauled the remains around the side of the house.
    “Everything okay?”
    Dylan's voice startled her and she spun to the right. He stood several feet away in a flowerbed. An actual, honest to goodness flowerbed. Except, it was completely empty. It seriously needed some color; maybe a few rows of flowers.
    “Um. Yeah. Just seeing what all the noise was about.”
    “That's Perseus. He's a friend of