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held her close even after the sex.
    Running her soapy palms down her neck, over her breasts, she sucked in her breath on a sharp gasp as her nipples tingled then tightened. She hasn’t felt that fleeting pleasurable sensation since the last time she made love with Caleb shortly before he died and it was his calloused palms gliding over her breasts, but now it wasn’t his hands giving it to her, or even his image in her mind. His beard covered face had been replaced with Mitch’s rough good looks and five o’clock shadow and her imagination wasn’t recalling the way Caleb had spent only enough time touching her breasts to leave her aching for more. Her quick, strong response to her light touch, the same touch she used on her body every time she bathed that had no effect on her senses before now, reinforced her decision to go next door and test her body’s reaction. Really, it was the only common sense solution to this predicament she found herself in and she promised herself when leaving Ohio that she would face the challenges of acclimating to modern life head on, without backing down.
    Hannah, dressed in a clean skirt and blouse and her hair tightly braided, had the hot casserole and freshly baked, still warm cookies ready to deliver next door. Putting them in a large, cloth covered basket, she hurried out the front door before she could change her mind. The large maroon truck with Burnett Contractors labeled on the side was still parked in his driveway, hopefully meaning Mitch was at home. An elderly couple had lived in his house when she was here last and Hannah remembered their house as being dark and closed in, much like Aunt Mary’s before she had it remodeled, the interiors reflecting the age of both homes. Stepping onto his pillared, stone porch, she lifted her hand to rap loudly on the double doors before she could chicken out and run back home.
    Hannah’s eyes widened in surprise and she felt a warm blush cover her face and spread down her neck when Mitch opened his door. Oh God , was all she could think as she stared at his bare chest, which just happened to be as hard and thickly muscled as she had imagined earlier. Only, when he had been wearing a shirt, she hadn’t imagined how mouth-watering a man’s chest could be when decorated with a light coat of curly black hair, hair that tapered down his ridged abdomen to a narrow strip that disappeared into the waistband of his unsnapped jeans. She swallowed convulsively as she noted even his bare feet looked sexy and that was just…wrong somehow. It had taken her and Caleb over two years after being married to shed their nightclothes completely to make love, and even then, they both slipped them back on afterwards, their strict moral upbringing not allowing for such intimacy as sleeping together completely naked, or, God forbid, run around the house barely clothed. She hadn’t minded, hadn’t thought anything of it until now. Now, her brain was fried and all she could think about was how that hard chest would feel against her softer one, how that crisp hair would tease her sensitive flesh. One thing that was coming through loud and clear was that her response to him earlier had been real, not a fluke, and paled in comparison to the sensations rioting through her now.
    New, intense, warm, pulsing sensations she had absolutely no idea what to do about.
    “Hannah, sweetheart, do you need help with the car again?” It took every ounce of Mitch’s considerable control not to grin openly at Hannah’s shocked, aroused face. If he didn’t know she had been married, he would assume she was a damn virgin from the nervous, but interested look on her face. In the process of jumping in the shower before meeting the McGilley’s for their Sunday night poker game, he didn’t bother to slip on the tee shirt he just removed before answering the door. Now he was glad he hadn’t because the look on her face was priceless. “Hannah?”
    “What? Oh! I’m sorry, I