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that was where he’d be. If I’m not too late! Sandra thought, frantically.
    Picking up her pace, Sandra started in that direction. Her mind buzzed with hundreds of anxious questions. What if I’m wrong about him? What if I imagined his smoldering gaze? Will he think I’m an idiot for following him? She tugged her jacket closer against the cold. I feel like a goose-brained valley girl chasing after him this way. Where’s the dignity in this? On impulse, she yanked out her hairpin, shook her head, let her hair fall loose around her shoulders. I just have to see him once more, she told herself. That’s all. If he notices me, he’ll say something. If not, then it was all my imagination anyway.
    Absorbed in her thoughts, she wasn’t paying attention to where she was going when she turned the sharp corner—
    And slammed headfirst into the man who had been the object of so much attention that morning.
    Time ground to a halt. The coffee flew from her hand. Sandra watched, horrified, as the hot liquid gushed in slow motion from the flimsy cup. It splashed across the man’s chest, soaking through the immaculate, white fabric of his dress shirt, leaving a dark stain.
    A flicker of anger flashed across his face. “Dammit!” he swore in a rumbling growl. His curse jolted her out of the momentary stupor.
    “Ohmigod!” she exclaimed, gaping up at him as he towered over her like some furious Greek god. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”
    Scowling, the man ignored her, focusing on the scalding liquid soaking his shirt. He pulled the shirt away from his skin so he wouldn’t get burned, shifted to get out of the constricting blazer. Sandra reached over to help, but he stepped away without even glancing at her.
    Idiot! Sandra berated herself. Clumsy, stupid idiot!
    “Don’t you ever watch where you’re going?” the man scowled. Despite the situation, Sandra couldn’t help the flare of attraction that erupted inside her upon hearing the man’s deep voice. He still hadn’t looked at her.
    “Let me help you,” Sandra insisted. He had already worked one arm out of the blazer, but was struggling to keep the wet shirt away from his skin while wrestling with the second. He grunted, and looked at her. A glimmer of recognition danced across his eyes. The fury that Sandra had glimpsed was swept away as he realized who it was he’d walked into. Or rather, who had walked into him.
    “Hold this,” he commanded gruffly, thrusting the blazer at her. Sandra complied. The material felt light and rich, but Sandra barely noticed. Instead, her eyes were glued to the man’s deft fingers as they worked to unbutton his shirt. Every button revealed a sliver more of the lean, muscular body underneath, until the entire shirt was undone and he was shrugging gorgeous shoulders out of it. He scrunched the shirt in a tight ball and wiped at the trail of liquid that remained on his torso. The muscles of his long-limbed arms danced as he patted himself dry with the beautiful-but-now-useless shirt. His skin prickled with goosebumps in the cold and his nipples tightened, while Sandra stood witness to the most perfect male body she’d ever seen.
    “I ruined your shirt,” Sandra blurted out. Immediately, she regretted the words. It was hard to think straight when you had an Adonis stripped naked to the waist in front of you.
    He perked an eyebrow. “No shit.” But the bitterness was gone from his voice. He cocked his head slightly to the side, and looked at her like a paleontologist might look at a newly uncovered fossil.
    “I’m sorry,” she continued. “I had to get to work, and I was in a rush because I was late. I always go this way, and usually there isn’t anybody on the street so early, so I didn’t expect to find anyone, especially not you , so I wasn’t paying attention, and—”
    “Not me ?” the man interrupted. Sandra could see the hint of a beguiling smile play on his lips. “What do you mean, not me ?”
    “I