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herself.
    She flicked open the first cloth and smoothed it over the trestle table. Using the clips Kate had supplied with her usual efficiency, she leaned over to tether it down at each corner. She moved onto the next, then the next, desperate not to glance over her shoulder again to see what handsome boy was doing.
    He’d made it pretty darned obvious he wasn’t interested, so why she was compelled to make a nuisance of herself she had no idea, except her heart had shot into overdrive and her breath came in short pants. Her neck was about to stiffen with the effort of not turning it to look at the man.
    Annoyed with herself, she grasped her wrist, felt for her pulse, and counted her bpm. She had to stop looking at him—or visualizing him because it was doing her health no good whatsoever. Bpm 89. Her chest expanded as she breathed in through her nose and out through her mouth. Again. She reached for another cloth and continued to regulate her breaths, determined to bring her pulse rate under control.
    With the final cloth laid, she stretched forward, leaned over the table, and smoothed her hands over the material to ensure any wrinkles were ironed out. As she straightened, the solid warmth of Flynn’s chest touched her back. A small gasp sneaked from her lips as his silent approach took her by surprise.
    “I’ve thought about it…” His lips grazed the top of her ear, and his breath fluttered a butterfly’s wing to raise the hairs on the back of her neck and send goose bumps to chase each other to her nipples, leaving them taut and hard.
    He passed his empty beer bottle over her shoulder and placed it in her limp hand, trailed his fingers up the inside of her wrist to her elbow, and then farther up, sending sparks of lust streaming through her veins.
    “…and I’m okay with you taking a bite out of me. In fact…” His hand came to rest on her shoulder, gave a gentle squeeze, and then slipped up her neck where his thumb massaged the base of her skull and almost sent her to the floor in a pool of melted wax. “…you can place those lips anywhere you like on my body.” His cheek grazed the tender skin at the back of her neck, lending purpose to his low seductive voice, but before she could draw a shaky breath, he’d gone. The man was a ghost. A hot, living, breathing, sexy ghost.
    Desperate to place a hand against her palpitating heart, blood rushed to her face and consumed it in a burning fire, but all she could do was lean, weak and breathless, against the table and hope no one noticed she was about to faint dead away. The handsome hunk was interested after all, and she didn’t need to take her pulse this time to know it leaped all over the place.
    Weak, she made a slow turn, leaned against the table, pushed her wayward hair away from her hot cheeks, and met his analyzing gaze as he erected another table on the other side of the yard. Her breasts throbbed, the heat between her legs pulsed, and she barely had the strength to pull a smile together.
    His face never altered expression, but his laser blue eyes smoldered back at her, and as he straightened to take a step toward her, the husky tones of a woman floated across the yard.
    “Where in hell’s name have you been hiding yourself, Flynn?”
    Deputy Sheriff Bill Marsden, a dark-haired, sultry amazon who stood almost three inches taller than him, moved toward Flynn with long-legged strides, grabbed him in a headlock, and almost pounded him into the grass at the same time as she scrubbed the top of his head with her knuckles in what looked like a determined effort to deprive him of his hair.
    Impressed with the contortions Flynn managed to get into, Liberty’s already racing pulse galloped in terror at the confrontation.
    “Jesus, Bill. Give over.” He twisted and writhed in the woman’s arms, and she grinned like a loon.
    The woman hooted long and low without an ounce of remorse or give in her stance.
    “Michael says that. You’ve been living too