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was only living in the moment.  
    I stayed that way for another minute or two, then sat up, feeling a little shaky by how intense that had been. But it was over now. “Stay there until I put my top back on, okay?”  
    “Of course,” he said, with a grin I didn’t understand until I looked around. My bra and shirt weren’t where I’d dropped them. I spotted my bra about five feet away by the sofa, the shirt even farther.  
    “Real mature, Jake,” I said. I covered my breasts with my arms and rose to my feet.  
    He chuckled and sat up. Clearly he thought it was okay to look as long as I had my back to him. I reached down, grabbed my shirt, and pulled it over my head. Once it was on, I felt less exposed, but I immediately wished I’d put the bra on first. The shirt was already pretty tight, and with the oil on my skin, it was clinging to every curve.  
    When I turned back around, Jake was on his feet, but he hadn’t put his shirt back on, thankfully. Why did he have to look so damn hot when he wasn’t mine?  
    He was still giving me his intense look, too. And his eyes were glued to my breasts.  
    “Anyone ever tell you that you’re a pig?” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.  
    “If I were a pig, I’d offer to fix that squeaky screen door in exchange for you doing ten jumping jacks right now.”  
    I rolled my eyes and fought back a smile. He wasn’t really a pig—he was just very interested in sex. Which had been a good thing when we were together, but was annoying now that we weren’t. Especially since he was now free to explore that interest with other women.  
    “I’m going to ignore that,” I said.  
    “Probably best you do.”  
    “Thanks for fixing the garbage disposal.”  
    “Thanks for your prompt payment.” He went in the kitchen and reappeared a minute later with his toolbox. He bent down and scooped up his shirt but didn’t put it on.  
    I moved to the front door and opened it. He was right, the screen door was pretty noisy. Not that it was a very high priority right now. “Well, enjoy the rest of your weekend,” I said.  
    He moved close to me, and I couldn’t help staring at his smooth chest. I would never get used to seeing that much muscle definition on a guy outside of the movies. It made me want to—  
    He caught me looking and smirked. Jeez, I was as bad as he was. But then he took another step closer, and I remembered that he was much, much worse. And what he said next confirmed it.  
    “Two things I want you to think about, Red.” His voice was husky and intimate, and his being that close was nearly overwhelming. He really knew how to get to me.  
    “One,” he breathed. “I think you got pretty into that massage.” He saw me start to protest but didn’t pause. “You must’ve had your eyes closed and you must’ve really been enjoying yourself if you didn’t even notice me tossing your clothes out of the way.”  
    I frowned. He had a point, dammit. “And what's the second thing?” I asked, both wanting to know and afraid to find out.  
    “The second thing is that the next time you need a repair, the price goes up.”  
    And while the effect of those words was still rippling through my body, he left.

Chapter Four

    AT WORK ON Monday, all I could think about was Jake. How good his body had felt under mine. We’d felt so right together. But also about how damn smug he’d been. Why did guys with such good bodies always know it? Why did they always know how to drive a girl crazy with it? It wasn’t fair.  
    The good thing about working at a library was that it was quiet and gave me time to think. But today that counted as a bad thing. While I was working on the electronic catalog, I wished I were allowed to slip my earphones in, use music to overpower my thoughts.  
    Again and again, my mind returned to Stacie, Jake’s possible girlfriend. I’d met her a few times. She’d been on the fringes of the group Jake and I used to hang out