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sorts of things that aren’t up to code.”
    Lindsay thought about it. Obviously she didn’t want Maximilian to get hurt. But she also didn’t believe for a second that Chace was going to get an inspector down here.
    That smacked of bullshit. It might be her first house, but she was pretty sure the county couldn’t order you to have a fence.
    On the other hand, the fence was kind of an eyesore, and if Chace wanted to fix it, who was she to say no?
    She sighed, then went to the door and opened it.
    “Fine,” she said, glaring at him. “Knock yourself out.”
    He cocked his head, giving her a smile. “That’s all I get?”
    She stared at him. “What?”
    “I come over here, offer to repair your fence out of the goodness of my heart, and you don’t even invite me in? That’s not very neighborly.”
    He moved forward so that he was dangerously close to stepping into the house.
    She stood in front of the doorway, blocking him. He was so close she could feel the heat coming off his body. He smelled like a delicious mixture of outdoors and hot man.
    “Yeah, well, it’s not very neighborly to bring someone’s garbage back over, either.”
    “That was yesterday,” he said, like it was ten years ago. He moved even closer.
    “No way. You can fix the fence, but you’re not coming in.”
    “Why not?” He looked her up and down, his eyes lingering over her body. She was thankful that this time, he wasn’t getting much of a show. Her yoga pants and sweatshirt weren’t exactly made for ogling.
    “Because.”
    “Because you’re afraid of what’s going to happen.” It was a statement, not a question.
    Lindsay shook her head and opened her mouth to protest, but he put a finger to her lips. His gaze locked on hers, and he shook his head like he was amused. “Oh, Lindsay,” he said, sighing like he didn’t know what to do with her. “Always afraid of something.”
    It was the first indication he’d given that they had a history.
    He moved his lips toward hers, and she held her breath, waiting for the kiss. But at the last moment, he turned around and hopped down the stairs. “If you’re not going to let me in,” he called over his shoulder as he headed for the yard, “at least bring me a lemonade.”

    C hapter T hree
    Lindsay didn’t have any lemonade. It had too many calories, and besides, lemonade was a summer drink. All she had was a few bottles of water, and so after she’d forced herself to write for an hour, she grabbed two and headed out to the backyard. This time, she was dressed in jeans and a cream-colored cable knit sweater, her hair brushed and pulled back into a ponytail. Her boots crunched through the leaves as she made her way over to the fence.
    Chace was dismantling the old fence, taking the huge pieces of rotting wood and stacking them up against the side of the house.
    “Oh,” Lindsay said as she got closer. “I thought you were just going to make some repairs. I didn’t know you were going to build a whole new one.”
    “’Never fix something when you have the knowledge and wherewithal to build something new,’” Chace recited. He took a bottle of water out of her hand and unscrewed the top. “I just came up with that right now.” He tilted his head, thinking about it. “But feel free to use it in one of your books. I won’t be mad.”
    “How generous of you,” Lindsay said, rolling her eyes and wondering how much a whole new fence was going to cost. The closing costs and down payment for this house had pretty much wiped out her savings. Her plan had been to do the repairs and renovations little by little. But a fence seemed like a big purchase to be making right off the bat.
    “How much does a new fence cost?” she asked.
    He took his time answering, taking a long sip of water from the bottle. The leather jacket had been tossed over one of the fence posts, and sweat clung to his thin white tshirt. Every muscle, every line of his chest was outlined.
    A second later, Chace