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freckles that were sporadic on the bridge of her nose and cheeks became more dominate as the evidence of her embarrassment crept out from under the collar of her black t-shirt and made its way up her neck.  Her raven tresses whipped around her oval face from the morning breeze, her beautiful hazel eyes sparkled from the California sun, and her delectable scent made its way to his senses.  To top it off, she wore a pair of khaki shorts that accentuated her perfectly rounded ass and beautiful long legs.  Physically he couldn’t find one single thing wrong with her; she was the epitome of perfection.  A woman he would gladly take to his bed.  The problem, however, lay in that women like her tended to break his heart.  After Erin, he’d promised never to let another woman into his heart, he’d never give up that much control to another person again and looking at this woman before him, he could tell she wouldn’t be happy accepting anything less. 
     
    Hell, her very presence screamed naïve and romance novels.  She probably stayed home on weekends and either read those cheesy books or watched sappy romantic movies.  He would have no problem putting her out of his mind as soon as he accomplished his neighborly duty and went on about his business.  That he was sure of. 
     
    “So, what seems to be the problem,” he asked as they made their way up the walkway to her home. 
     
    “The faucet to my kitchen sink is leaking and I have no idea how to get it to stop.  It wouldn’t be a big deal, but, honestly, the dripping is driving me crazy.” 
     
    I’d like to drive you crazy and make you dripping, he mentally told her.  He let out a groan at the very thought of being snug between her thighs as his cock brushed against her wet core. 
     
    “Are you okay?” The groan he let out brought a look of concern on her face.
     
    Embarrassed he’d let the sound escape his lips, “Absolutely.  Well, let me take a look at the faucet and see what I can do.  If I can’t stop it, you may want to get a plumber over here.” 
     
    “Yeah, that’s what I was hoping to avoid.  I appreciate you taking a look at it, though.” 
     
    “It’s not a problem at all.” 
     
    Immediately, Rowan found himself standing in the living room of Madison’s home once he stepped over the threshold.  The small cottage house was just that, small.  From the way it looked on the outside, he thought it would have been a little roomier, but it was nothing close to roomy.  Cute and cozy were words he would use to describe it.  He personally liked open and spacious; he needed to be able to move around without feeling claustrophobic.  A person certainly couldn’t judge the inside appearance by the way the outside was presented, though.  Erin taught him that lesson well, but then again, wasn’t that what he was doing with Madison.  He already expected her to be like Erin, black on the inside when the outside was so beautiful and perfect.  It really wasn’t fair that he was judging her based solely on her appearance and his past experience. She very well could be a wonderful person.  Unlikely, however, since anything with female parts was a potential heartache. 
     
    “The kitchen is right this way.  Excuse the mess, I’m still unpacking.” 
     
    “I see that,” he said with a smile. 
     
    Rowan’s smile almost sent Madison to her knees begging him to take her in the midst of all these boxes.  She needed to get it together and she needed to do it fast.  Besides, like she would even know what to do with a man like him.  She’d be lost the moment he touched her. 
     
    Rowan quickly took inventory, noticing box upon box splayed throughout the hall and living room, even the kitchen was filled to the hilt with just a small path from the doorway to the sink.  At least she made it a little easier for him to navigate through the mess to see what he was doing.  Rowan quickly opened the double doors of the under cabinet