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“So you just moved to the neighborhood?” she asked.
You don’t need to know that. You don’t need to know anything other than he’s not bleeding out.
“You know there’s an easier way to get to know me.” He bounced a couple of times on the trampoline as he jumped off, then walked closer.
She crossed her arms over her chest, doing her best to guard herself from the six-foot-two wall of sexiness approaching. “I don’t think that—”
“We could go on a date.” He said it so matter-of-factly, she was afraid she’d heard incorrectly.
“A…” No. No dates. She wasn’t ready to date. She could barely function when she picked up groceries and the store was busy, let alone go on a date with…
A really sexy man who is looking like he wants to screw your brains out.
She whimpered. His gaze roamed everywhere, but like a gentleman, when she spoke, he looked into her eyes.
“I can’t. I…I’m going into the city tomorrow, so—”
“Then go out with me tonight.”
“Wha…” This guy was relentless. Old Violet would have appreciated his candor and persistence, but not hopeless Violet. Hopeless Violet just wanted to get through the day without squirming whenever she looked in the mirror. “I can’t go out with you tonight.”
He stepped even closer and she drew in a quick breath. “You have other plans?”
“No, but…” She had no plans. Zero. Other than looking over city zoning applications.
“Then you’re free.” Dimples. They were going to be the death of her. Or the resurrector of her libido. She had no idea which would come out on top.
She scoffed. “You don’t even know my name and you want to go on a date?”
He stepped forward. She’d spent many hours surrounded by sweaty, dirty construction workers, but never had the scent of manual labor turned her on. Maybe it was the beauty of his body. The way he moved with such agility and precision on that roof. The way his biceps flexed whenever he lifted something, or pulled off a shingle, or rais
ed his hammer. Or the way it flexed right now as he held out his hand in greeting.
Fuck. Rinse. Repeat.
She stifled a whimper.
Resurrector of the libido.
Definitely.
“I’m Noah Y—”
“No.” She thrust out her hands to stop him. “No last names.”
Although she had no reason to believe that this stranger would know her, back home just the mention of her name in a public place would trigger the discussion of her accident and the implosion of her life.
“All right.” He eyed her curiously. “And you are…?”
“Violet.” She grasped his hand. His skin was rough against hers. A stark contrast to her soft, unworked hands.
“Nice to meet you, Violet.” How did he do that? Even with an uneven grin those dimples made an appearance. “I’ll pick you up at eight?”
She’d had severely limited interaction with the human species for the last five months. Maybe it was about time she tried to do something normal. No, it was those dimples. They were like the forbidden fruit she’d never had the chance to taste.
She let out a heavy breath. What did she have to lose? She was only here for four more weeks before she returned to Toronto, back to her old life, which included taking over as CEO of Walker Industries.
Besides, Noah was barely home. Probably screwing the legions of women who fell at his feet. At least if their date ended up being a total disaster she wouldn’t have long to wallow in her humiliation.
