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blurted out, “Can’t I crash at your place for a while?”
    Samantha covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes going wide as she heard the words leave her mouth. Great! Now I’ve put him in a bad position.
    Grant was the kind of guy who almost always had a woman for his bedroom, and it would prove very awkward if Samantha was sleeping on his couch. Way to go, Sam! You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t stick you right back on the plane!
     

Chapter 4
    Grant looked at his passenger as he started up the engine, unsure if he’d heard right. Did she just ask to stay with me? When he saw the shocked look on her face and the blush staining her cheeks, he hid his smile. Yep. She asked to stay at my place. Same old Sammie. Never thinks before she speaks.
    “Sure. You can have the guest room,” he answered, only to regret it the next moment. Now what have I done? It’s bad enough I can’t take my eyes off her, but now I had to agree to let her room with me? I am in so much trouble.
    He almost wanted to take his answer back, but the look in her eyes stopped him. Her blue eyes brimmed with relief and gratefulness – a stark contrast to the devastation he’d heard in her voice a few hours earlier. How could he resist doing whatever was necessary to make her happy?
    “So what will your current catch of the day say?”
    “I’ll kick her out.”
    Sam made a shocked face, and he added, “Just joking, there’s no woman in my life.”
    “No woman? You sure you’re all right?”
    He flashed her a smile and nodded. Maybe I wasn’t, but now I am.
    Grant drove to his place in silence, giving her the space she needed and trying to figure out how to handle things once they reached his apartment. It was a two-bedroom model with an open-concept kitchen that flowed into the living room, a bar and several bar stools separating the two spaces.
    He unlocked the door, insisting on carrying her suitcase for her, and allowed her to precede him into his home.
    She wandered around the space, checking out the bedrooms and the bathroom before returning to the living area. He still lived in the same apartment he’d been living in when she’d left town, so he was slightly puzzled at the inspection. He raised an eyebrow at her in silent question when she looked at him.
    “Sorry, just checking things out to see what you’ve changed.”
    “Not much.”
    “I can see that. It suits you. The whole place is so cool. It fits your personality.”
    Grant shook his head at her and headed towards the kitchen sink, drawing two glasses of cool water before returning to see her reclining on the couch with her feet propped up on the coffee table. Something she’d done since she was a little girl, it was her way of showing she felt comfortable and safe.
    He handed her one of the glasses and then sat down next to her, sipping from his own glass before her shoes captured his attention. “I have no idea how you can walk in those shoes.”
    Samantha looked at the four-inch heels she walked in as if they were tennis shoes and then back to his face. “It kind of goes with the territory. My job is to look pretty, and that includes wearing shoes like these. I don’t even notice the heels anymore.”
    But he did. With those killer heels, her long and slender legs seemed endless, and his hands itched to move up and down their whole length.
    She reached down to her turquoise heels; they had ankle straps, and black and white scroll marks across the heel and toe portions of the shoes. The color matched the turquoise blouse she wore over white boyfriend jeans, rolled up to end a few inches above her ankles. Her very sexy ankles. She slid off first one and then the other shoe, dropping them to the floor beside the couch before pulling one of her feet into her lap and rubbing the arch and the base of her toes.
    “But you’re right, they make my feet hurt if I wear them all day, or walk long distances.”
    “Glad I’m not a model.” Grant reached over and pulled her