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hours together Conn already got her sense of humor. She and her last ex were together for almost a year, yet Jason had rarely understood when she was bantering and when she wasn’t. She’d spent the majority of their time together trying to be as literal as possible, to please him. Then the bastard had broken up with her, ditched her for another woman. And he’d had the nerve to blame their demise on Nia—claiming she was too serious.
    Men. Oh, sure, some of them claimed to want a relationship. But then they always brought the excuses. Did any of them really know what they wanted?
    The player types did. Guys who wanted a good time, not a long time, and made no pretense about such. At least they were honest. You knew what you were getting if you hooked up with that type of guy. With a man like Conn.
    Hence her decision to avoid him, which she’d done to the best of her ability—until tonight. Honest was great. Casual, not so much. Not for her, anyway.
    Conn epitomized tall, dark and handsome. His chiseled features, steel-blue eyes and short, brown hair topped a lean, muscular body. The handful of times she’d been near him, he towered over her—a trait that totally flipped her switch. She was such a cliché.
    She wasn’t the only one. The women she’d seen leaving Conn’s house obviously felt the same. Always smiling—well, other than that one brunette who’d had an outright hissy fit at Conn on his front porch. And that’s exactly why she needed to keep her distance from the man. He affected women. Strongly.
    She hated to admit it, but he’d already affected her, even prior to this excursion. Conn had figured into her dreams—and masturbatory fantasies—more times than she could count. If she let her guard down, she’d be another notch on his bedpost. She had no doubt she’d leave smiling. Only that wouldn’t be enough for her. She’d be planning their wedding before she made it across the driveway to her house. She just wasn’t wired for casual sex. For casual anything.
    She watched Conn mess with the truck’s computer after restarting the engine failed to produce the necessary result. He pressed buttons. He checked the truck’s fuses. God, she wouldn’t have a clue where to find her car’s fuses, or what to do with them once she did locate the damn things. Conn seemed to know how to do all this stuff.
    He was the same around his house. Always fixing things, or maintaining them. Doing his manly duties very, very capably. Sometimes with his shirt off and his well-worn jeans hanging low on his hips, showing off those grooves that curved downward from his abs and disappeared into his pants. And she knew what was inside those pants—oh, yes, she did. Because despite Conn’s handyman tendencies, he apparently couldn’t install window coverings in his bathroom. How did he not realize all the stuff she could see from her windows? Maybe he simply didn’t care who saw him in the raw. He certainly had nothing to be ashamed of.
    Oh boy. Good thing his attention was on the command center and not her, because her cheeks were on fire. One look at her face and he’d know exactly what was going on in her head.
    “Want me to turn the air-conditioning on?” This, without losing focus on his task.
    “What? No. It’s freezing outside.”
    “Getting kind of warm in here though.” Now he looked up at her. Grinning ear to ear. Of course he was. A man like Conn probably could read her mind.
    Fabric rustled as she squirmed on her seat. Ah, that’s what had given her away. If not the sound, then probably her scent. With all the stuff she was thinking, she had to be throwing off the fuck-me pheromones. Too bad all her fidgeting hadn’t quelled the building tingle between her legs. If anything, the friction of her too-tight jeans had made it worse.
    She needed him to fix that GPS. The sooner they got underway, the sooner she’d be safely tucked away in her parents’ house—away from Conn and his ridiculously hot