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mean, not anybody I’d seen before,” Sandra stammered. “Not somebody so… distinctive.”
    “So if you bumped into Mary Sue from the cleaners, you wouldn’t be as nervous as a schoolgirl talking to her first crush?” he asked, amusement twitching those luscious lips.
    “I’m not…” … nervous , she tried to protest. But he swept right over her, stepping closer.
    “I saw you looking at me in the coffee shop. Why?”
    “Why?” She stumbled at the direct question. Because I thought you were hot, and maybe knew you from somewhere? “I mean, there aren’t many strangers in town, and…”
    As she tried to find the right words, to sort out the millions of different thoughts tumbling through her head, she realized the man’s body was shaking. Shaking ? She was too caught up in imagining what it would be like to run her hands all over his skin to understand why. Then she heard the deep rumble coming from his throat, and belated realized he was laughing. Laughing!
    “Do you always stare at men so openly?” His mouth curved in an amused, self-satisfied smile. He was mocking her! “It’s unbecoming.”
    “I’m not… staring.” She frowned at him, trying to put on an indifferent front. She forced her eyes to the ground, away from his glorious body. She hated how off-balance she felt around him, but secretly loved the way he made her feel so fluttery inside. And yet, her words were again betrayed when a flood of heat rushed into her cheeks for being called out.
    “Oh? Then what would you call it?”
    “I was concerned for you, that’s all,” she snapped, irritated at her body’s insistence on making her blush at the worst possible moments, “to make sure you weren’t too badly burned.” Sandra had to retain some dignity in this interaction. “Although it serves you right, for walking without paying attention to where you’re going! It takes two people to crash into each other, you know. Besides, if you weren’t so engrossed in that phone in your hand—”
    “Relax.” He reached out to touch her arm, and a sudden jolt of electricity ran through her body. She shivered. His voice was so confident, so smooth. “I’m teasing,” he said softly.
    Sandra cleared her throat. She shouldn’t be reacting so readily to a complete stranger. “Well, I’m glad I could give you your gratification for the day. But, if you’ll excuse me, I really have to get to work.”
    She tried to shuffle around him, but he stepped into her, invading her personal space. It made her dizzy to have him so close. She could feel the heat of his body radiating against her bare cheeks. “I think you owe me a little more than that,” he said smoothly.
    Sandra blinked. The way he said that made it sound so dirty… if he thought she would jump all over him just because she thought he had an attractive body, he was way off base. “I—”
    “You owe me a new shirt,” he said, smirking at her as if he could read her mind.
    A mixture of relief and disappointment gurgled up inside of her. Sandra had no idea why she felt so high-strung. It was probably a combination of too little sleep last night, coupled with the totally off-kilter interaction with this stranger. “ Me ?” she clarified. “It was an accident. I can try dry cleaning it, maybe, but…” She knew she couldn’t afford to buy him that type of shirt. The way the man looked at her now, arms crossed against his chest, expectation clear on his face, made her feel like she was facing the stern owner of a china shop demanding compliance with his “you-break-it-you-buy-it” policy.
    He shook his head. “It was no accident. You meant to do that.”
    “I meant to do it?” Sandra was incredulous.
    “I wasn’t born yesterday. You women all think the same way. You see a well-dressed man, and immediately start scheming the best way to sink your claws into him. You claim ignorance, but your ‘accidental’ encounter was obviously planned. Hell, I bet you timed it,