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smile — a little bit arrogant with a dash of naughty and completely sinful — that left her tongue-tied.
    Taking a big step back, she made some funky arm gesture toward her front door, and stammered a mumbled, "It's right this way," as if he couldn't clearly see where the front door was.  God, she was such a dork.
    Thankfully, he didn't call her out on her awkward social graces, and she led him into the house, happily not tripping over her feet in the process.  She may be shy and self-conscious but clumsy, she was not.  "The noise was loudest by the fireplace.  I'm just going to um..."  She looked down at her tank.  "Change my shirt.  I'll be right back.  Feel free to stick your head in the fireplace to listen for the noise."  Stick your head in the fireplace?   She cringed, thinking she should just shut up if that was the best she could come up with.
    Deciding she'd probably make a better impression on him if she left the room entirely, she rushed to her bedroom, heading straight to the boxes stacked by the closet.  With all the cleaning, she hadn't had a chance to unpack yet.  She dug through the box she knew had all her tees, trying to find one that was feminine and cute, selecting another tank, this one pink with a line of buttons down the front that made even her B-cup breasts look voluptuous.  Why she was bothering, she didn't know.  She would never have the nerve to act on her attraction, and she was sure he didn't see her as anything more than an unsophisticated ninny. 
    Abby tossed her clean top on the dresser, stripped out of her soiled one, then looked at herself in the dresser mirror.  To her mortification, she discovered dirt covered her forehead.  Flipping wonderful.  It must have happened when she banged her head against the roof in her frustration.  She closed her eyes and took a couple of deep breaths while counting to ten.  She'd had dirt on her forehead the whole time, and Hunky Cole saw it.  How could she possibly go back out there and face him again?
    She opened her eyes and found Cole's, staring back at her through the mirror.  In her frantic dash to leave Cole's presence, she didn't even think to shut her bedroom door.  He stood in the open doorway casually leaning against the frame, his legs crossed at the ankles with his arms folded across his chest.  His lids were slightly lowered, his head lightly cocked, and a small almost evil looking smile decorated his lips.  He looked as if he wanted to devour her, and she had a hard time wrapping her brain around that notion.  Strangely, she couldn't look away, his gaze hypnotizing.  It was the longest she'd ever held a man's eyes.  She was completely in his power.
    Belatedly, she realized she stood only in her bra and felt her nipples harden at the thought of his eyes on her breasts.  Did his eyes stray to her breasts?  Was his look lustful or was it her imagination that she saw his nostrils flare?  She'd had such little interaction with men over the years, she wasn't sure.  She wasn't even sure what she was supposed to do now.  Did she call him out on his look?  Any other woman would probably flirt, let him know they were interested, but though she was interested, she knew not one thing about flirting.  So she would do what she'd always done when in a situation she was unsure of, she would ignore it.
    Pulling her eyes from his, she quickly snatched her clean top and slipped it over her head before picking up her dirty one, swiping it across her forehead a few times, wiping away most of the dirt.  During that time, Cole stood silently in the doorway not moving a muscle. 
    Fully clothed and as presentable as she would get without a shower, she looked at him once more through the mirror.  Pretending the last few minutes hadn't happened, she asked, "Did you hear the noise?"
    He straightened away from the door frame.  "Yeah, I'm heading to the roof, now.  Wanted to let you know, so you didn't freak if you hear more