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planning to sell.”
    â€œThen you’re going to stay?”
    He’d painted her right into the corner, and he was watching her like the spider with a fly. She wasn’t about to tell him she was out of a job, and that there was very little money. Not yet anyway. “You have an installment plan?” she asked lightly.
    â€œIt has to be done, Carrie.”
    She was beginning to think coming back to Paradise was a very bad idea.
    â€œI can patch up the shower so you can use it today.”

    â€œI’ve already had a shower, thank you. Just make sure I can use it tomorrow.”
    â€œI’m doing the pipes, Carrie.”
    â€œFine. Who am I to argue with you?” She unwrapped herself from the chair and eased to her feet. “I’ll take your cup.” She held out her hand. Truck touched her with his long strong fingers and his glimmering gaze, and she felt the shock clear through her body. Not possible. How could that kind of reaction be possible after all these years? She wasn’t going to let it be possible.
    â€œI have work to do,” Carrie said abruptly, still conscious of her damp shirt and bare legs, and the magnetic pull of his dark knowing eyes lingering on her breasts... just there.
    â€œI’ll get the shutters down.”
    That was the last thing she expected him to say. She didn’t want his help, his charity.
    â€œTruck...” It was futile to even protest. He had a ladder up to the side of the house before she even said the words. So she went back inside and began mopping up the wet floor in the hallway and bathroom.
    Truck finished removing the shutters and began stacking the wood he’d brought to one side of the porch. When she’d gotten the floor as dry as she could, she tackled the kitchen counters while he brought in the suitcases, boxes and art supplies that were still in her van. Next she stripped the beds and vacuumed the bedrooms, as Truck unpacked her computer and set it up in the den. They did all this in a calm companionable silence that simmered just below the surface with a kinetic tension.
    It felt scary.
    Carrie was scared to death seeing him moving around in her bedroom. Then suddenly he was standing on the
threshold, as if he was waiting for her. Instantly the air became charged with heat, awareness, desire. She stood rooted to the spot for one long minute, caught by the brooding look in his eyes. This was insanity. She wasn’t seventeen, even if she was experiencing some of those old emotions. It was just that Truck was too potent, and she was too vulnerable. She moved first, stepping backward. He followed, matching her step for step.
    â€œEverything works, Carrie.”
    She couldn’t resist looking him up and down as she veered pointedly toward the front door. “I can tell.”
    â€œI’ll start work tomorrow.”
    â€œI think you’ve started already,” she said tartly.
    â€œI never start anything I can’t finish. A hard lesson I learned in my youth.”
    Carrie didn’t move an inch. She ignored all the bells going off in her head. She ignored everything except the pulsating heat of him inches away from her. She could melt under all that heat “You must have a job somewhere to go to.”
    â€œI appreciate your concern, but plumbers make real good money, even in Paradise.”
    â€œMust be heaven,” she murmured, opening the door wider.
    Truck looked at her consideringly for a long moment, as if he was waiting for something, wanting something. Something she was not going to give him.
    â€œMaybe,” he said, “just maybe we make our own heaven.” Then he moved away from her and out to his van, and without a backward look he left her.
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    IT WAS NO LONGER a house of horrors.
    After her visit with Jeannie, Carrie had driven back to town for cleaning supplies, trash bags, the longest pair
of barbecue tongs she could find, sheets, pillows, vacuum-cleaner