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scenes with knights and horses and dragons, gorgeous drawings that looked photorealistic. His beard shouted untamed and wild, but not so out there that it suggested dangerous hermit. “Do I look like the type of man who goes into a tea shop as part of my usual routine?”
    Her laughter was more like a snort, and her hand flew to cover her mouth, though the smile remained. No, he never had. Never, ever, ever. It was a running question between her and Jo, why such a man – so ill-at-ease amongst lace and doilies and all things pastel and frilly – doggedly entered her little shop every day.
    Mica kept his distance, but there was an air of ferocity about him, as if he was daring her to disbelieve his words. “I was walking down the street, minding my business , and I glanced into a shop window to see the most fuckable woman to ever exist. I stopped, frozen in shock, so sudden the guy behind me ran into me.”
    “That’s a lie.” The words were little more than a breath of air, but even though he glowered at her, his eyes burning hot with displeasure, she couldn’t make herself take in those words. “You’re not serious. Someone like you would never…”
    “Never what? Never look at you and imagine about a thousand different ways I could make you scream my name? Never have filthy fucking thoughts about what you taste like, or how I could spend hours worshiping that ass? Believe me,” and he stepped closer, and she was caught in the magnetic pull of his gaze. “I have. Over and over and over. I’ve never been twisted up over a woman like I am with you. And it’s not just because you are built about perfect for me. It’s how you are so nice to every person who enters your shop. And it’s genuine, not only so you can make a sale. You want to take care of everyone who crosses your path, with no thought what it gets you. Between that, your gorgeous smile and those perfect breasts which fill out those blouses you wear, I’m amazed I’m not a stuttering puddle of drool around you.”
    This was now the craziest conversation she’d ever been part of, and she didn’t know how to respond. A sex god lumberjack, one whom she’d only formally introduced herself to about five minutes ago, was sexually propositioning her and making her blush over her virtues.
    As if he realized the same thing, his hand flew to rub the back of his neck, and the sudden bashful cast of his face was adorable – though she’d never tell him that. “Um, I shouldn’t have…I mean, I meant it. I just never was going to tell you like that. I was going to ask you to dinner and do things slower. Proper.”
    Definitely adorable, and definitely never tell him.
    And then his head fell forward and he drew a deep breath before straightening up. “Did I fuck up any chance with you with all that? I just couldn’t stand you believing all that crap. And I about punched an old woman in your shop this morning. Only the thought that it would upset you stopped me.”
    “Most people in the shop would have applauded.” With the overload of emotional whiplash, Sophie could honestly say she had no idea how she was feeling right now, but she didn’t want Mica to regret saying what he had. It was brave, and kind, the way he had worried about her, had sought to reassure her in his own unique way. “Thank you, for everything tonight. I believe you, and it’s flattering. I don’t know quite how to feel about it at the moment,” and that was said with a small laugh, the ridiculousness flowing through her once again, “but I do appreciate it.”
    He nodded, accepting her words with good humor. “I’ll leave you to your night, then.”
    “Good night.”
    He didn’t step closer, but he was currently standing close enough that, with his long arms, he could reach out and stroke her cheek. “Goodnight, and sweet dreams.”
     

Chapter Four
     
     
    “Climb him like a tree. He’s a lumberjack. He’ll like it.”
    “Jo!”
    Twenty-four hours was too short a