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Shaking off his dark thoughts, he adjusted his suit jacket before he strode toward the front door of her home. Though the ripped screen door was no longer in place, he was surprised to find the patchy old door had yet to be replaced.
Lifting his fisted hand, he rapped on the door. It creaked open and he paused before he stepped inside. “Harper?”
When there was no response, sudden ill-ease swept through him. Was she all right? Surely her front door would be locked if she was home? That her SUV had been parked outside told him she was more than likely here.
He stalked through the kitchen and headed down the short hallway that led to her self-sufficient living area. He only vaguely noted that no renovations had been done inside as he entered her domain. He turned away from her kitchenette and lounge and walked into her bedroom. Her bed with its mint green cover was empty and neatly made. He frowned. Was that steam coming out of her bathroom?
Opening its door, he froze as he took in his wildflower as she slept in the tub, her strawberry-blonde hair damp from the steam, the ends dark and saturated from the bathwater. Bubbles half-covered her, but not enough to stop his heart from jerking erratically, along with his dick.
Lord help him, he’d missed her so much.
The splotches of white paint on her hands and arms only made her more adorable. But it was the shell hanging from its cord around her neck that made him exhale sharply. She did still care about him.
She stirred, her eyes opening, then widening at seeing him. “Liam?” She sat up, water and bubbles sliding off her top half and exposing her breasts fully. “Wh-what are you doing here?”
“Your front door was open,” he said in a guttural voice. “I was worried.”
She snorted. “As you can see, I’m fine.” She nodded at the towel on the towel rack. “Pass me that, would you?”
“Of course.” He handed her the soft, lilac-colored towel before she stood, then stepped out onto the floor mat.
She dried herself slowly, her eyes darkening as she looked at him. “You didn’t answer my question. What are you doing here—three weeks after I left you?”
He grimaced. “It took me that long to realize how wrong I’d been...about everything.”
“Slow learner, huh?”
“It would seem so, at least when it comes to love.”
“Love?” she repeated, her towel dropping from her hands as she looked up at him. “Do you actually believe such an emotion exists?”
“You loved your dad,” he reminded. “You love this house and property, and the dream you had with you dad to make it a bed and breakfast.”
She nodded, then said softly, “That’s true.”
“Though I’ve never been in love before I know I can’t stop thinking about you and regretting ever letting you go without a fight.” His stare dropped to her heavy breasts and the sharp points of her nipples, her flat stomach and the strip of blonde hair that highlighted her femininity.
“Would you like me to get dressed so you can concentrate?” she asked, a smile curling her lips.
“Yes. No.” He shook his head. “My body can’t lie. It still wants you badly.”
She glanced down at his erection that bulged beneath his pants. “My body wants yours just as badly.” She stepped toward him, lifting her arms then to hold onto his shoulders. “I need you,” she said huskily.
