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    “Uh, can I help you?” God she hoped he spoke English. Nikki had assured her there wouldn't be any problems with language here. She didn't know a lick of Spanish. Wait … was he holding flowers? She blinked again.
    “Good morning, señorita .” He tipped his head and it was then she really took notice. His hair, a warm brown, hung in messy waves to his collar. The sun glistened off it, catching the golden highlights that made her want to touch each curl and entwine it around her fingers.
    “My name is Armand. I'm here to welcome you to our small community.” He thrust the flowers in front of her. “For you.”
    She reached for the bouquet, fighting to keep her hand from trembling. His thick Spanish accent made her want to drool. God, I need to stop staring. “Thank you, these are beautiful.” His fingers touched hers as she grabbed the flowers and sent fire straight to her sex. Her imagination began to whirl with all the things those hot digits could do to her. She swallowed hard and pushed the thoughts from her head. Great Kayla, nothing like wanting to hit on the first man at your door.
    “It's also customary that I give you a tour of our town, but first would you join me for coffee?”
    “Coffee?” Had he just said something about a tour? Wait, how did a Spaniard have blue eyes?
    He flashed a smile. “Unless you prefer tea or another beverage. The local cafe has lots of items to choose from. They also make wonderful sweet rolls if you haven't yet eaten.”
    “Umm, do you make it a habit to bring flowers and offer breakfast to strangers?” Makayla had been warned the people here were friendly. Still, it was weird to a girl who originally came from Chicago; she found it difficult to shove away years of always being wary.
    His smile remained. “Actually, yes I do. It's something my family has done for decades. My forefathers started this village many years ago and it's become a tradition to always welcome our newcomers with hospitality.”
    Now she felt like a total ass, and her gut told her the guy was genuine. “I'm so sorry. Of course, I'd love coffee and I haven't had time to see the village yet. I might incorporate it into my next novel. I bet there's a ton of history here.”
    He tipped his head. “You're a writer?”
    Makayla stepped back from the door and decided it wouldn't hurt to invite him in. “I am. Would you care to come in? If you don't mind waiting, I'll place these in some water and change, then we can go.”
    “Thank you and please, take your time.”
    He strode into the small entry as if he owned the place and she couldn't help but take a look at his backside. She stifled a moan. Just as she suspected, the behind was just as delicious as the front. She slipped past, trying not to touch him in the small confines of the vestibule.
    “Please come in and have a seat. I'll only be a couple of minutes.” She directed him to a chair in the living room then headed for the kitchen to find a vase. After procuring the glass from an open shelf, she spun around to find the sexy Spaniard standing directly behind her. Had he been any closer, their bodies would have greeted each other in a most intimate fashion.
    She looked up into his beautiful eyes and swallowed. “Oh, goodness. You startled me.”
    “My apologies, señorita , but I don't believe you ever told me your name.”
    She set the vase in the sink and filled it with water then moved it to the counter. He occupied the confined space of the kitchen, not only with his large frame, but something else. His mere presence commanded attention. There was a kind of power that exuded from him, and it made her a bit edgy in a way hard to define. Sexual? The man dripped sexual energy, but there was more to it. Kayla shook it off to simply being in close confinement with a Spanish god.
    “I don't know where my manners are today.” She extended her hand. “Hi, I'm Makayla Farren, but my friends call me Kayla.”
    He grasped her hand