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renovations firm. It’s owned by a good friend of mine. You’d get reasonable costing on the repairs and renovations needed. Who knows, in a month or less it will be all done. You just said you’re your own boss, so there’s no one to answer to. I know you could stay on if you really wanted to, Victoria.”
    Once more, Victoria felt a pang of guilt. Just why was she rushing off anyway? Not like there was anyone chasing at her heels. Was it so bad if she stayed on for a little bit longer? The renovations were a good excuse as any, and she really could do with the change of environment. This had been her mother’s home; perhaps it was right to discover how much of her family ties here she’d like to hold on to. And like Abbey had suggested, if in the end she decided she’d sell, then she had that choice.
    Smiling, she finally looked up at the expectant Abbey. “All right, I’ll stay.”

Chapter Four
    Victoria hadn’t been sure what to expect. When Abbey had said she knew a contractor that could work on the house, Victoria hadn’t expected him to be this…hot.
    Abbey had helped set up the appointment, and Victoria had been looking forward to the meeting and finding out what it would cost and how much time it would take to finish working on the house.
    But all that fled from her mind for the moment as she came face to face with the hottest male she’d seen in a long while.
    Victoria wasn’t into clichés. She met gorgeous men every day, even in her line of work. Men who would make a woman weak in the knees with just one look. Rich men, not so rich men. Men with power, class, style. Or just men who knew what they wanted from a woman and reached out and grabbed it with both hands. Within minutes of meeting Gordon Dorchester, she knew immediately which category she could fit him into.
    Was he her type? Victoria wasn’t even sure she had a type. When she’d been into dating, she’d been adventurous, curious. She’d found herself attracted to a certain kind of man, but this was the first time an attraction had been so instant it hit her straight in the chest.
    “Nice to meet you, Mr. Dorchester,” she said formally, once she could gather her wits – and her breath.
    “It’s Gordon,” he told her, and she nodded, her head tipped way up to look into his striking blue-green eyes. Abbey really should have warned her.
    “I’m Victoria,” she said in return. They shook hands lightly, and she tried to hide her insane reaction to him. What the heck was wrong with her? Gordon Dorchester wasn’t the first hunky white guy with hot blond looks she’d ever met. Granted, he looked like candy on legs but that was no reason for her belly to feel like it had been flipped upside down the minute he’d walked in the door.
    He seemed thirty-ish or just a bit older, and was dressed smart-casual, in clothes that seemed to fit his lithe, tall frame like they were made just for him. And when he opened his mouth to speak – well. Victoria was only just beginning to realize how sexy a British accent could be on a man.
    “Would you like to go into the kitchen? I could make you some tea or something,” she offered, and saw his chiseled lips tilt in a smile.
    “Sorry to break the cultural mold, but I’m more a coffee man myself,” he said, and she couldn’t help throwing a smile over her shoulder as she led the way to the kitchen.
    Once there, she offered him a seat at the kitchen table while she set about preparing coffee. It suddenly became hard to concentrate on such a simple task, knowing that his piercing blue-green eyes followed her everywhere.
    “I’m glad Abbey was kind enough to get you to work on this,” she said, her tone light as she kept on the conversation. “I can’t imagine how long it would have taken for me to find someone myself. I can imagine you must have a lot of projects on your plate; it’s good of you to make time to see me and take a look at the house. So how do you like your coffee?”
    She