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than necessary.
    “Right here would be the ideal spot.” She indicated the thick wooden door that opened to the small fenced yard.
    When she turned, Stone was right there, crowded in close behind her in the small confines of the galley kitchen. A little dumbfounded, Keisha stared up at him while breathing in the amazing scent of hot, hunky male. She’d been around other men and never noticed their scent. Did he smell different? Or just better?
    Stone glanced at her with a raised brow and barely there smile. She had to get it together or he’d start to wonder at motives, which, yes, included the desire for more than a doggy door to accommodate her pets.
    Maneuvering around him, Keisha tried to gather her wits. “Would you like anything to eat? Drink?”
    He knelt down and examined the base of the door. His dark shirt stretched tight across his broad back and solid shoulders and the denim of his jeans hugged his flexed thighs. “I’ll take a drink, thanks.” 
    Lord, have mercy. Stalling, Keisha lifted a hand and fanned her face, but it didn’t help the flash flood of heat.
    Maybe she should have started this plan with someone just a little less…everything.
    Less macho, less gorgeous, less overwhelming.
    Problem was, no one else had appealed to her.
    He glanced back. “Keisha?”
    Having a big sexy guy around was an aberration and she knew she was bound to trip up occasionally, but still, she wanted to just be a little smoother. “I, ah, don’t have anything alcoholic. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about it or I could have picked up some beer or something.”
    Releasing her from the snare of his dark gaze, he opened the door and asked. “What do you have?”
    “Iced tea, Coke, some juice or coffee.”
    “Tea would be great thanks.” He glanced back at her again, then all over her, before returning his attention to her face. “I’m not a big drinker.”
    “Oh, okay.” Keisha bit her lip at the lame reply. What did okay even mean? Should she admit she wasn’t much of a drinker either? No. Not yet. Not when so many social relationships relied on casual drinking.
    After a ridiculous smile, she spun around and almost tripped over Bonnie and Clyde. They sat there, staring at Stone with the same fascinations she felt.
    By the time she’s finished filling a glass with tea, Stone stood again, his hands on his hip, expression pensive.
    She handed him the drink. “Is there a problem?”
    “Not a problem, exactly. I can do it. It’s just that I kind of hate to.”
    He drank deeply, and she watched the way his throat worked. This late in the day, he had a dark beard shadow. She wanted touch his throat, to feel the rasp of his stubble, maybe brush over hit with her lips…
    He pulled the glass away from his lips and frowned. “Your landlord actually agreed to this?”
    Keisha had no idea as to what he was getting at. “I talked with her about it before making any real plans.”
    “Well…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Before I do anything, I like to talk to her too. Do you know when she’ll be around?”
    No, no, no. She didn’t want Stone and her landlord in the same room together. “You don’t believe me?”
    “Sure I do. But I’m guessing neither of you realize the value of that door. Before I start cutting on it, I want to talk to her myself.”
    The idea of him meeting, Alexis disheartened her, but what could she do?” Keisha shrugged. “She’s usually home by now, actually. I don’t understand your concern.”
    “That’s one hell of a vintage door to chop up. Solid, probably original to the house, and still in great shape. They don’t make them like that anymore, not unless someone wants to spend a small fortune. People refurbishing old homes would go nuts over it. Seems a shame to mess it up. Once I cut it for the pet door, it’ll never be the same, and replacing it later with another door like it wouldn’t be easy.”
    “Oh.” Keisha looked at the door, but to her it was just