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shirt. Naomie
figured that was due to the warmer than usual morning, which promised to turn
into a hot day, than the little amount of mowing he’d done so far. Given the
size of her front and back yards, he would be sweating much more. She would set
out some water bottles for him before going to have her fun.
    “Morning, Naomie,” he called with a wave. “I didn’t get an
answer when I rang the doorbell so I thought you might be sleep already.”
    She returned his wave. “I decided to go running. The fact
that it’s Tuesday totally slipped my mind. I mean I knew it was Tuesday but the
significance…” She shook her head. “Whatever. Why did you ring? I know today is
payday but did you need something else?”
    He grinned as he scratched the back of his neck and dropped
his gaze. “Just curious to see what you were wearing today.”
    “Or not wearing.”
    “Yeah, that too.”
    Jaime was a cute kid. He lived with his parents two suburbs
over while he worked all day and attended night and online classes to finish
the requirements for his bachelor’s degree. The recommendation to hire him had
come from one of the girls who liked to visit Naomie when her parents weren’t
paying attention. The girl had a crush on Jaime and had spent many hours
touting his attributes to Naomie, none of which had anything to do with his
ability to care for Naomie’s lawn.
    Naomie had made an appointment with him for the following
day. That was six months ago. Dane had taken some convincing—the kind that had
lasted all night and into the morning—about hiring a gardener. The man had gone
to work tired but grinning ear-to-ear. Meanwhile Naomie had been so caught up
in the euphoric afterglow that the meeting with the new gardener had slipped
her mind as did her state of undress when she answered the door.
    Nothing but a T-back thong was her normal at-home attire,
sometimes not even that much. Poor Jaime had stood on the other side of the
doorway open-mouthed and staring. As far as first meetings go, it left a
lasting impression.
    Of course Naomie hadn’t been embarrassed. Her ample breasts
were worthy of attention and had gotten her plenty over the years. Jaime’s
blue-eyed gaze had been riveted to her dark nipples, which rose and fell with
her every breath. The telltale bulge in his pants had been a nice compliment.
She’d still apologized though for appearing like that.
    Slipups like those weren’t common. To date, Jaime was only
the second man to witness her absentmindedness after a romp with Dane. The
first had been Sam when he’d come to greet the new additions. He’d been as
happily shocked as Jaime. She couldn’t have said the same for Cathy, who’d
tossed a few Bible verses about harlots Naomie’s way before dragging her
husband home.
    Cathy hadn’t rallied the other wives to run the temptress
out of town but she had warned them to be vigilant. Thus Naomie had no friends
around her. Not that she wanted these stuck-up, repressed snobs as her friends.
They didn’t bother her and she tried her best not to bother them…as much as she
could, given the women usually got pissed off every time they saw her. But that
might be the fault of her clothing choices.
    She pulled at the fabric of her yoga pants and gave Jaime a
wry smile. “Not my usual, I know. Give me a little bit to shower and change and
I’ll give you something to stare at.”
    “You’re always worth staring at, Naomie, no matter what
you’re wearing.” He chuckled. “Or not wearing.”
    “Aren’t you precious?” She flicked her finger under his
chin. “I’ll let you get back to work. I want to talk to you after about doing
something with this lawn besides mowing it.”
    Jaime looked around. “Yeah, it could use some beautification.”
He wiggled his eyebrows. “Nude sunbathing is a good start.”
    She laughed. “Yes, ’cause Lord knows I need a tan bad.”
Holding up an arm, she played as if she was considering what a tan would look
like on her.