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gourmet or anything, but it’s hot.”
    Hot like you . I swallowed, shifting in place, and wiping my sweating hands on my pants. Why was I getting so worked up by merely being around him? I’d been around hot guys before.
    “I could use something hot. My shower didn’t quite defrost me from the chill of the rain.”
    He smirked at me, his eyes moving up and down my body. “Oh, baby, I can give you something hot, and warm you up real good.”
    My mouth dropped as my eyes widened. “Oh my God! You are such a flirt.”
    He shook his head. “No, you’re the flirt here. All your double meanings and coming here soaking wet and flushed.”
    “I didn’t come here specifically. I didn’t even know you were on this floor. You didn’t say. And how would you even know I’m flushed when there’s barely enough light to tell if I’m wearing a bra or not?”
    “Not.”
    “Excuse me?” I ran my hands through my hair.
    “Not wearing one. I could tell the moment I saw you…” He exhaled in a rush, and it sounded pained and erotic, and like my pussy’s next meal. Damn, I was screwed…which could be very good if it was in the literal sense. “And you didn’t ever ask what floor I was on.”
    “Well, I guess I thought I’d be seeing you another time and could find out then. I didn’t think I’d be bumping into you again so soon.” Or I would’ve put on a damn bra. Preferably one that made my itty-bitties look like they had their own zip code.
    “Disappointed?”
    It was my turn to look him up and down. Since I’d seen him in the hall, he’d shed his water-logged clothing in favor of a t-shirt and some dry lounge pants that sat low on his hips. “Far from it.”
    He smiled at me. “Good answer.” His hand gripped around the lantern handle. “Come on, let’s go make some food.”
    I followed him and the trail of light to the next room to empty counters along with more boxes.
    “So, what do you do, survival man?” I asked. He chuckled at the name and grabbed a towel, handing it to me as he pointed at my head. “Thanks.” I wrapped it around my hair and began pulling out the rest of the water that was dripping down my back.
    “I work on homes. I’m kind of a jack of all trades in construction.”
    “That explains the calloused hands,” I said as I leaned against the counter.
    “Ah, you noticed that, huh?” He seemed embarrassed, clenching his fists.
    “Oh, yeah.” I had to look away as images filled my mind again.
    “My ex hated them.”
    My gaze snapped back to him. “What kind of brain damage did she have?”
    He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Damn, girl.”
    “What?”
    “You know what . You saying you liked my hands? Is that why you didn’t want to give it back earlier?” he asked while he pulled a few things out of one of the boxes I saw was marked “Kitchen – Food.”
    “I may or may not have been thinking about them while I was in the shower,” I said, embarrassment flooding me. He’d hit the nail on the head. “What is wrong with me today?” I rolled my eyes at myself.
    His eyes darkened, his tongue peeking out to wet his lips. He cleared his throat as he adjusted his stance. “I said you were going to be trouble.”
    “I swear, it’s your fault. I don’t mean to keep saying things, but, I don’t know, you have this aura that whispers in my ear to say all the things my brain normally tries to filter out.”
    He stepped toward me, his hand reaching out and resting on my hip. “That’s called attraction, and since we both feel it, it infects the space around us. It’s also the reason you went looking for me sans bra.”
    “I don’t even know you, so that can be a very dangerous thing—including the braless exercise.” I drew in a shuddering breath when his fingers found their way under my tank top. He traced small circles on the small space of now exposed skin.
    “I don’t do one-night stands. But I do braless, sweet neighbors with a wicked sense of humor