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at odd angles like he’d run his fingers through it a few times. Her palms itched to reach out and smooth down the chaotic spikes. Instead she reached for the glass and brought the cold rim to her lips. Icy water splashed into her mouth and down over her chin and fingers as her hand trembled.
    “Here, let me help.”
    Dark, thick fingers covered hers, held the glass to her lips, and tipped it up. As the soothing liquid flowed over her tongue, it sent a shiver down her spine. She took small sips, even though she wanted to guzzle every last drop in an attempt to douse the fire blazing inside her. Piper used the time to settle her nerves, to bring her breath and heart back under control, and to brush away some of the fog in her mind. When she’d consumed half the contents, she pushed the drink away, his hand still wrapped around hers. With a sigh she leaned back into the chair.
    “Feeling better?”
    Piper blinked. She licked her lips and tried to form a word, but her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth and the word wouldn’t come out, so she nodded instead.
    As Piper’s faculties started to work again, she kept looking between them. This close, they were even more handsome. The blond’s eyes were as blue as the summer sky. Pip wanted to stare into them forever, but she dragged her gaze to the dark god still holding her drink and studied his face. The curve of his jaw was sprinkled with black stubble—he’d obviously skipped shaving. Eyes black as coal stared back at her, and she wanted to squirm in her seat under his heated gaze but somehow managed to stay still. She lowered her eyes, and for the first time since the door had opened, Piper saw the logo on their matching shirts.
    “You’re S & N Construction?” Oh my God! It can’t be. Why did the world have to be so cruel? There was no way she could do anything about her attraction to either of them if they were clients.
    “And you’re P. Doyle.” The blond pointed to her portfolio with its embossed gold letters, a gift from her parents when she’d left home the previous autumn.
    “Piper Doyle,” she answered, even though it hadn’t really been a question.
    The dark one extended his right hand. “Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Piper. I’m Nathan, but everyone calls me Nate.”
    “And I’m Sam.”
    Piper didn’t know which hand to shake first. She chose Nate’s hand only because he’d offered first. As his warm skin connected with hers, Pip jolted with a shock of awareness. A sizzle zipped up her arm, leaving goose bumps in its wake. Pulling her hand from his, she held her breath and took Sam’s. Again she received a zap when their flesh touched. These two men had her buzzing with arousal, and she could do nothing but grin and bear it. With a sigh, she let go.
    “It’s nice to meet you both.” In an attempt to regain some dignity and push her wayward hormones out of the way, Piper sucked in a deep breath and straightened in her chair. “I apologize for my…” She struggled to find the right words.
    “There’s nothing to be sorry for,” Nate said. “It’s one hell of a day out there; even the devil himself would find it hard to keep his feet under him in these temperatures.”
    “Well, I’d still like to start this meeting over again, with a little more professionalism this time.”
    “If this is what you’ve worked up for our website, you could turn up in a clown suit and still get the job.”
    Piper looked up to find Sam leafing through the file of prints she’d put together of the design for S & N Construction. Nate stood and stepped over beside Sam. They flipped from page to page, pointing at parts they liked. The knot in her stomach eased as the two men appraised her work with smiles. Pip pushed to her feet and brushed her clothes straight before picking up her bag and pulling out her laptop.
    Placing the computer on the large table to her left, Pip switched it on before turning back to the two men still studying her work.