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Summer by the elbow and guided her back to the van. They loaded the last couple of baskets into the back, and Summer shut the door. She leaned in to hug Lily. “Don’t forget what I said. Do something for yourself.”
    Summer glanced in the direction of the porch, and Lily followed her gaze. Jaxon still stood there, unwilling to follow them barefoot into the gravel driveway. His naked chest called like a siren song to some animal part of her, and his jeans hugged his thighs perfectly. She usually went for men who wore suits and slacks. The country club set with Ivy League educations and trust funds. Men with stable, dependable futures. They were safe and predictable and allowed her to throw all her passion into the causes that were important to her. Jaxon was anything but stable, dependable, safe, or predictable. As far as she knew, anyway. However, his broad shoulders tapering to narrow hips spoke to all her baser human instincts. The parts of her never touched by the men she usually chose.
    “We’ll see,” Lily muttered.
    Summer stood back and bounced on her toes, clapping her hands. “This is going to be epic.”
    “I never agreed to anything.”
    “But wouldn’t it be a great story to tell for the rest of your life, about the fling you had with a sexy, famous rock star?”

CHAPTER 4
    Jaxon followed Lily back into the air-conditioned house. He’d been taken aback by her out in the driveway. Getting his first good non-maced view of her petite form, fiery copper hair, and hazel eyes, she’d surprised him with her cool businesslike demeanor. It was nothing like the spitfire from earlier.
    But her jeans covered in dirt, white tank top, black Keds, the pink bandana around her neck, and the gardening gloves sticking out of her pocket suggested down to earth, at the very least.
    Summer—a tall, lanky brunette with a sexy sparkle in her eyes—was easy to figure out. He was more used to her reaction. Women usually gushed over him. Lily swung between attacking and dismissing.
    Watching Lily’s pretty little bottom sway through the door in front of him didn’t help his determination to stay away from women. A luscious, round metronome, it begged for an accompanying rhythm, maybe something that involved nudity and thrusting.
    He shook his head to rid himself of the enticing image.
    “Where’s your room?” he asked, mostly so he’d know where to avoid.
    In the midst of the foyer, she turned and frowned at him. “In the other wing. But you don’t need to worry about that. Just stick to your wing,” she gestured to the stairs leading up to the east side of the house. “And the public rooms on the main floor.”
    He flicked her a quick salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
    An adorable little smile ghosted her lips before she glanced away. It could almost—almost—be called coy. “Anyway, go ahead and get settled. Dinner will be at seven.”
    She headed to the stairs for the west wing, while he took the steps to the east. It took him a few minutes to find his room. He didn’t recognize it compared to all the other rooms except for his bags spread out on the king-sized bed. The dark wood head and footboards and white bedding, a dresser, night stands, and desk in the same wood as the bed filled the room, along with a beige couch and arm chair, and white carpet. White drapes completed the décor. It screamed neutral impersonal tax write-off.
    He hadn’t taken the time to explore after he’d showered, just headed downstairs, but now he went to the window to check out the view. When he realized he had a sliding door and deck, he stepped outside, despite the Texas August heat. The view gave him a better appreciation for the scope of the estate. While he couldn’t see the entire property, in the near vicinity outbuildings included a garage, a small barn with fenced areas outside it, a good-sized greenhouse, and several nondescript shed-type buildings. The garden area impressed him the most, though. Practical rather than