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    â€œYoung men do not make catcalls at a lady,” Eric said.
    â€œSorry, ma’am!” erupted all around.
    â€œThe only thing worse than whistling at a woman is calling her ‘ma’am’,” she said, matching Eric’s stern tone. “It’s Julia.”
    â€œCome on, Seth is around here somewhere,” Eric said. “Let me introduce you. Oh, wait… I forgot. You two know each other, don’t you?”
    â€œYeah, but we weren’t exactly friends.”
    Julia followed Eric, and in the distance she spotted a group of men helping to set up the field. She searched for a geeky-looking beanpole, but her eyes stopped on a beautifully built, dark-haired man. All she could see was the back of him. He was tall, with shoulders a mile wide, and long, powerful legs.
    Who knew they grew such delicious specimens down here in Covington Falls?
    â€œHey, Seth!” Eric called out. “Look who I found.”
    All the men turned, including the delicious one. Oh, yeah. Mr. Tall Guy was wonderful from the front, too. Nicely crafted masculine features. Julia couldn’t quite make out the eye color, but she had a feeling they were spectacular as well. Their eyes met, and she felt a little jolt. “This one,” a voice reflected in her head. His eyes widened, and Julia knew he felt it, too. If they were in a movie this would be the moment when violins swept into a chorus and drums started pounding.
    Then he frowned, and his expression became shuttered. He broke away from the group and started over in her direction. That’s when it dawned on her exactly who she’d been drooling over.
    The drums turned to clanging bells.
    Oh… my…
    The breath lodged in her throat. There was no way the geeky boy she’d known had grown into… him! But somehow he had. She stiffened even more when she recalled this gorgeous man was also a minister.
    Can you get struck by lightning for thinking impure thoughts about a minister? Isn’t lust one of the seven deadly sins?
    Oh, this was not good. Not good at all.
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    It’s not good for a woman to loo k so amazing in a pair of denim shorts , Seth Graham thought. Not good at all.
    How was it possible? Fifteen years and she still made him feel like… well… like he was fifteen. He’d grown up, answered the call to the ministry, and married and buried a wife. Yet somehow prickly, bitter, keep-your-distance Julia Richardson still scared the life out of him. Because prickly, bitter, keep-your-distance Julia Richardson was also still the sexiest female he’d ever met. A sexy woman who was now his stepmother’s ex-stepdaughter, making her his… well… he didn’t quite know what it made her. He only knew it was bizarre and twisted.
    His mouth went dry like he’d swallowed a box of chalk sticks, and he could swear drums were pounding somewhere. As he walked toward her, he concentrated on not tripping over his feet or otherwise reminding her he used to be a huge putz. Their eyes locked. The drumbeat intensified. He knew the moment she figured out who he was because her eyes suddenly widened, and she drew in a shocked breath.
    Yeah, Julia, the putz you remember did grow into this.
    He stopped in front of her.
    Eric did the honors. “Julia, this is Seth Graham. John’s son. Seth, you remember Julia, right?”
    â€œHey, Julia,” he said, with almost no inflection. If he was careful and kept his tone even maybe she wouldn’t notice his voice was shaking.
    Her eyes made a visual track up and down again. “Hey yourself. You’ve changed a bit.”
    He had to admit, it was nice she seemed so rattled by his changed appearance. It made his mouth twitch as he fought back a smile. “A bit. How’ve you been?”
    â€œFine.”
    â€œGood.”
    â€œAnd you?”
    â€œFine.“
    â€œWow, you two, don’t go overboard on the effusive greetings,”