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stop you?
You’re the most stubborn, ornery bastard I know. Just don’t take no for an
answer.”
    “Yeah. You’re right. I’ve just got to do one thing first.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Apologize to Kayla and explain everything to her and Luke
and Cord.”
    “Yeah, well, wouldn’t hurt to have a shower and a shave as
well. Man, I love you, but you look like shit.”
    Quinn smiled at his twin. “Thanks, brother.”

Chapter One
    One month later
     
    Nash watched Crista Grayson stride across the yard. As she
stopped to talk to one of the men, she smiled and his dick went into overdrive.
Shit, he had it bad. She folded her arms over her chest, pulling the baggy
t-shirt tight across her breasts. What he wouldn’t give to strip that shirt and
those oversized pants from her body and lick every inch of her silky skin.
    This attraction wasn’t wise. He wasn’t even sure what drew
him to her, but anytime she came close his body went into high alert.
    Damn it. He’d been working for Grayson & Sons
construction for nearly three weeks now, and his interest in Crista grew with
each day that passed.
    He shifted, trying to ease the uncomfortable ache in his
balls as she stepped into the ramshackle trailer she used for an office.
    Christ, he had no business looking at her. No business
thinking about her at all.
    She was his boss’s sister. She was sweet and innocent.
    And he loved another. Yep, he definitely had no right to
dream about pushing her up against the closest wall and fucking her brains out,
or ordering her to her knees and taking her mouth with his dick.
    He should stay far away from Crista Grayson. She wasn’t the
fuck ’em and leave ’em type. She was a love ’em and marry ’em girl. And Nash
wasn’t ready for that. He wasn’t over Quinn, wasn’t ready to trust his heart to
anyone else.
    Nash wished to hell he’d chosen another town, another crew
to sign on with, because working with a permanent hard-on was hell.
     
    Crista stared out the small, dusty window, watching as her
newest employee helped carry a sheet of ply, his muscles rippling.
    Really, who could blame her?
    She plopped down on the seat behind her and pressed her
thighs together, uncomfortably aware of the moisture pooling in her panties.
The temperature was heading up into the 100’s, unusually high for a Utah
summer, and a lot of the crew had stripped down to tank tops. Their bare,
muscular arms gleamed in the sunshine.
    Yet none of them stirred her the way Nash did.
    Picking up a piece of paper, she fanned herself. She needed
to get some work done. She spent too much time daydreaming about Nash Taylor.
His body. His ruggedly handsome face. Even his crooked nose intrigued her. And
he had the ability to turn her mind to mush—her clit would throb, her body
heating. When he fixed those baby-blue eyes on her, she felt as though she were
the only woman in the world. It was an incredible feeling.
    And she bet he barely even knew she existed.
    Crista knew she would never turn heads with her looks.
Short, dumpy and plain, that was her. Well over six feet, Nash loomed over her
own five foot two, although he never used his height to intimidate her the way
some of the other guys did.
    He could have his pick of women.
    Oh well, at least she could look all she wanted, even if
she’d never be able to touch.
    She jumped as the phone rang. Shoot, time to get back to work. Crista grabbed the phone. “Hello, Grayson & Sons.”
    The family construction business had been set up by her
great-grandfather Jonathan Grayson. Ownership passed to each successive oldest
son. When their father died of a heart attack a few years ago, her brother Doug
took over the business.
    “Hey, Crista, it’s me.” She could barely hear her brother’s
voice over the loud music in the background. He had to be in a bar, even though
it was only two in the afternoon.
    “Doug,” she said sharply. “Where are you? You said you’d
come in today. The project manager was here