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a couple weeks later.” It was a big job and he wanted to plan for contingencies.
    “I’ll make sure it happens. We will hit that date no matter how we get there.” She sounded more sure than a human being should.
    “The grading crew will be here in the next half an hour.” Dylan tried not to watch her as she walked in a wide circle around the site. “You can’t be walking about when they get started.”
    She ignored him. “This restaurant has been my heart and soul for as long as I can remember.” She opened her arms and slowly spun in a circle. “Sometimes I feel like I was erased along with the restaurant. Perhaps both of us will be reborn.”
    Her voice had thickened and he had a moment of horror in which he thought she might be crying. Jesus, he was there to do a job, not babysit the crazy owner. The damn cat wandered over and rubbed against her leg. She glanced down and smiled.
    “He reminds me of you.” She squatted down and petted the mangy feline. “Rough and tough on the outside, but soft and squishy inside.” The cat’s purr was loud enough Dylan heard it.
    He snorted and wondered if he’d stepped into a bad dream. Maybe he was asleep in the hotel bed and hallucinating.
    She glanced up at Dylan. “I wanted to be here on the first day of the new building. I didn’t want to stare at the ashy remains of the restaurant I loved.” She got to her feet. “I told you I wanted to be here every day.”
    “That you did.” He heard the unmistakable sound of a truck pulling a large load coming up the road. “I think the machinery is about to get here. If you’re going to be here, you need to stand fifty yards away.”
    “Fine. I’ll keep my distance.” She frowned and her lips tightened. The woman had the plumpest lower lip he’d seen. Honestly, he shouldn’t have even noticed it, but now that he did, he couldn’t stop looking at it. Probably better than looking at her spectacular tits.
    God, if only she would go find someplace else to work on her to-do list.
    Then to his astonishment, she rose up on her toes and spun in a circle like a ballerina. Her right leg came out at a right angle and then bent at the knee to form a perfect pose. On top of everything, she was a ballet dancer?
    She spun in one more circle before she leapt through the air like a goddamn gazelle and landed on her foot, then threw her arms in the air and bowed at the waist.
    “What was that?” He walked closer and the cat strolled to his side. Then it proceeded to walk beside him like it was a pet dog. Tanger was an odd town.
    “A dance of life, Mr. Bennett.” She smiled and he was struck by how lovely she was. Hannah Blackwood was gorgeous, voluptuous, and more dangerous than the grading equipment pulling in the parking lot behind him. “I wanted the building to be reborn.”
    “Are you finished?” He didn’t like how curt he sounded. That was the farthest thing from the truth. He was annoyed with himself, not with her.
    She curtsied and walked away, her nose in the air. He told himself there was no reason to feel guilty. He was hired to do a job and that didn’t mean she needed to be in his way.
    The next few hours were full of everything he knew well. The grading commenced and he pushed aside all thoughts of Hannah. The morning went well, with only a few hiccups.
    When lunchtime rolled around, his stomach rumbled for attention, but he ignored it. Instead he laid out the plans she’d given him on the hood of his truck and started studying them. They were complete and included the engineer’s specs.
    He was impressed. Considering Hannah was the mastermind behind this building, he didn’t expect this level of detail. Most women involved in the construction industry were not bosses. Not to say they couldn’t do it, but more that they weren’t interested, and men didn’t like a woman fiddling in their domain.
    Hannah didn’t seem to care about what she should do. She just did it. He would need to remind himself to