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At last, she held the door wide and stepped to the side. “Come on in.”
Giving her a huge smile, Sebastian retrieved a measuring tape from his voluminous tool belt and got straight to work with Will, Evan, and Matt.
Meanwhile, Daniel surprised her by grabbing her coat, taking her hand, and drawing her outside, his warmth and strength momentarily—and deliciously—engulfing her. The sun sparkled on the lake below them, dazzlingly beautiful, and Daniel had to let her go as the trail narrowed. She missed his touch more than she wanted to admit.
“What are they measuring?” she asked, stopping at a rock outcropping to view her cabin.
“Floors, walls, kitchen. They’ll do the roof too. You can use the measurements whenever you’re ready. We’ll add them to that app I showed you, if you’d like.”
“Daniel, I—”
He put his finger to her lips. It drove her crazy when he did that, making every cell in her body tremble for a taste of him.
“I promise I’m not going to steamroll you. I just want to help.” He smiled his killer smile. “And my mom ordered us to be gentlemanly and help you out.”
“You talked to your mother about me?”
“Of course I did.”
She was stunned by this news, but tried not to show it as she said, “So you’re doing this because your mother told you to?” She imagined a tiny white-haired lady shaking her rolling pin at her five able-bodied sons. Of course they’d do anything she ordered.
He tucked away a lock of hair that had escaped her ball cap. Her body tingled with awareness at the light touch.
“Well, I’m definitely not doing this because you’re having a Bad Hair Day.” He tapped her cap, and she laughed as she remembered the slogan stitched on this one. “Your hair is beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she said, “but I swear I wasn’t looking for compliments when I put it on.”
“I’m not complimenting. I’m just stating a fact.” He ran the length of her ponytail slowly through his fingers, and she shivered as though he were touching so much more—her lips, her cheeks, her body. “And I’m doing this because I want to.” His voice was as gentle as his touch. “I hate the thought of you being in a house that leaks. You don’t even have a working stove or a real bed. But my friends and I have the means and the skills to help. And Sebastian’s right—I have a warehouse full of everything you need.”
“I’m grateful, I really am.” But that’s not how she sounded. All because she couldn’t tell him that she was scared—or why. She especially couldn’t explain why she didn’t deserve all the wonderful things he and his friends wanted to do for her.
“Just take one minute.” He seduced her with his deep voice, his expressive gaze. “Close your eyes.” He lightly touched her lids.
With his voice and scent surrounding her, making her knees so weak she had to reach out and hold on to him with one hand, she had no choice but to do what he said.
“Now tip your head back and imagine.”
“Imagine what?” she whispered, though she was already visualizing being in his soft bed, with his big hands on her, his muscled body over hers.
“Your cabin. The way you want it to be.”
In her mind’s eye, all she could see was her future hot tub. And the two of them in it together. Naked and wet.
“Tell me what you want.”
I want you to touch me.
“I see log cabin walls.”
“What else do you see?”
You above me. I can taste your naked skin.
“Hardwood floors. With a slate hearth for the wood stove.”
“Tell me more,” he said, his deep voice as enticing as all the small touches he constantly showered on her.
“There’s a counter separating the main room from the kitchen, with barstools, so I don’t need a kitchen table.”
