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the pantry. Her long curly hair wound its way down her back. His fingers itched to feel the silkiness of it.
    He scanned her shapely legs from the slender ankles to her firm thighs and tight gluteus maximus. How would it feel to run his calloused hand up the soft creamy skin to her thigh and beyond?
    He shook his head. If he were looking for woman to spend the night with she’d be first on the list, but the last thing he wanted was more problems in his life. With a kid, she was full of complications. He never knew a woman who wasn’t trouble and a single mother was double the aggravation.
    With a grunt, he rushed outside. The back door slammed behind him.
    ***
    Amy jumped when the door banged shut. She hadn’t heard Wyatt enter the house and he was gone before she could say anything. She glanced out of the window that framed a view of the backyard.
    Wyatt opened the door to the cottage and entered. She was about to turn away when the cottage door opened again and he came out again carrying a huge cardboard box. He tossed it in his pick-up and she noticed the truck bed was full of old torn boxes.
    Afterward, he stripped off his shirt and hung it on the porch railing. Sweat glistened on his broad chest. She watched him push his brown hair from his face and drink from the garden hose.
    His pecks tightened as he doused his hair with water and then shook his head. The movement sent drops of water flying in the air and dripping down to his six-pack abs.
    “Whoa”, she whispered, sucked in a breath of air and leaned forward for a better view.
    He snatched his shirt from the porch rail and headed for the back door. Just then he looked up. She jumped back from the window. Had he seen her staring?
    Look busy. She grabbed a towel, dried a bowl and put it in the cupboard and dried a dish too. Why was she so nervous? Okay, so she’d had a crush on him in high school and had spent time daydreaming about his kiss. That was years ago. Now he was half owner of the farm, but still just a handyman.
    A note she’d written listing the work Wyatt needed to complete lay on the kitchen table. She picked it up.
    “It’s going to be a scorcher today. Even the water in the hose is hot,” he said as entered the room. He pulled opened the freezer, took out an ice tray, and filled a tall glass with ice and water.
    “I’ve made a list of things that need to be done in the next few days before my son arrives.” She held the scrap of paper out to him. “So the sooner you get started, the better.”
    He glanced at it, but didn’t take the list. Instead, a frown spread across his face.
    She read the notes to herself and then said, “I’ve taken my old room upstairs and the guest room is going to be my son’s bedroom. It’s next to mine and I think he might feel safer if he’s close to me. Bobby thinks he’s a big man, but like I said, he’s only four.
    Wyatt took a drink of water.
    “He’s a delicate little boy, born premature. When he was a baby I thought I might lose him.” She swallowed hard as she thought of the night he almost died. A shiver ran up her spine and she shook it away.
    “Anyway, his room is musty and I thought a fresh coat of paint would help. If you could paint it now. Let me see—” She pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Uh, the hall bathroom could use new floor tiles. Nothing fancy, just simple “stick-down” tiles. The old tiles are cracked and I almost tripped on them last night. I don’t want Bobby to fall. The sink faucet leaks. It drove me nuts last night, drip, drip, drip. That’s the just the beginning of the list. But I’d like the ones I mentioned repaired first.” She gulped for a breath. She was rambling, talking too fast and telling too much, but she couldn’t seem to stop.
    Wyatt stood silent, his face devoid of emotion. The muscles of his bare chest flexed and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. Why wouldn’t he put on his damn shirt?
    “Please take a look at the list and tell me if you