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underarm hair.
    He looked like a modern-day David . Even the artist Michelangelo would have been impressed.
    No wonder he needed protection.
    For the first time since Tess had convinced her father that she should come here—despite his vigorous objections— she was honestly glad. And not at all embarrassed by the way Josh was politely clearing his throat to get her attention.
    She was behaving unprofessionally, no one had to tell her that, but there were worse things in life than a woman admiring photos of such a beautiful man.
    â€œYo, miss?”
    Tess finished moistening her lips, and flicked her gaze to Alan. His expression was as pissy as that greeting.
    Ignoring him, she looked at Josh.
    In that moment he forgot what he had planned to say. His gaze dipped to her lush mouth, those freshly moistened lips, before returning to her eyes. A wave of desire so completely consumed Josh that he was unable to tell Alan to shut up.
    As the attorney went on and on Josh saw that need again flaring in her eyes. They were hazel, a warm, golden color, as exotic as the rest of—
    â€œVery well, miss,” Alan said in his most condescending tone, “you leave me no choice but to warn you.”
    What the hell? Josh gave him a frown.
    Alan ignored that as he continued to address her. “If you’re here to throw yourself at Mr. Wyatt so you can turn around and slap him with a lawsuit, it won’t do you any good. I’m an attorney and I know the law.”
    Good God. Josh glared at the man, then looked at her.
    A faint blush stained her smooth cheeks, though that had nothing to do with embarrassment as she finally looked at Alan. A moment passed and then another as she took in the attorney’s full length, before lifting her gaze. It was as cool as her voice. “Is that right?”
    Josh’s brows arched. Even the most macho of men would have gone limp in all the wrong places at that dismissive tone.
    Not Alan. “Exceedingly so.”
    â€œThen you must also know what constitutes slander.”
    He frowned. Josh smiled. Damn, but he liked her. Her manner was confident, her voice surprisingly musical, lilting, conjuring up images of sheer island wear, sultry nights, and moist flesh.
    When her gaze touched his, liquid heat poured through Josh, again.
    â€œI believe you misunderstand,” Alan said.
    She swung her gaze back to him. “No, I don’t think I do.”
    His voice hardened. “You’re trespassing.”
    â€œThere you go again,” she said.
    â€œNow, now, play nice you two,” Peg said. “Especially you, Alan. I invited her inside.”
    Josh smiled. “Thanks.”
    The young woman seemed momentarily surprised by that response, then returned his smile.
    It was so lovely and approving Josh couldn’t help but grin.
    Oddly enough, that killed the magic. All at once, her expression changed from approving to no-nonsense—watch it, buddy.
    Josh fully intended to watch all of it. Didn’t she know that?
    Her arched right brow said that she did.
    Losing his grin, Josh moved around his desk.
    â€œYou invited her in here?” Alan asked Peg.
    â€œYup,” Josh said as he bypassed the attorney and went straight to her, not stopping until he was close enough to capture her fragrance.
    It was soft and powdery, reminding him of spring air in colder climes; that first hint of warmth scented by delicate flowers.
    He smiled.
    Her cheeks flushed again.
    That and her softening gaze had Josh damned near giddy. “Hi.” He offered his hand.
    Her gaze remained on his as she slipped her own inside.
    Her fingers were slender and warm, her skin deliciously soft, but her grip was as firm as any guy’s.
    She was no pushover; that was for damned sure, which aroused Josh all the more. An easy woman had never been his style. This woman had all the makings of a challenge, out of bed and in.
    His cock continued to thicken as he imagined her naked