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His jaw clenched. “Go for medium.”
“All right.” As she measured the coffee into the basket in the percolator, she couldn’t help prodding the beast just a little. “Do your clients like your coffee?”
His jaw got even tighter. “One of them usually takes over making it, after the first day,” he finally admitted.
“My clients like my coffee,” she said smugly. She added another half-scoop, because she figured he’d like it a little stronger than she did, and a half-scoop seemed like a nice compromise. Turning on the camp stove, she set the percolator on the fire. By the time they finished their trips to the outside, the coffee should be ready.
With that in mind, she gingerly flexed her foot; the ache wasn’t too bad. “I think I can put some weight on my foot today, if you’ll help me up.”
“And I think you’re rushing things,” he said, but he got to his feet and held both his hands out to her. She gripped them, and he effortlessly pulled her upright, releasing her hands to put both arms around her and support her weight.
That wasn’t exactly what she’d had in mind … and he still didn’t have a shirt on. She tried to ignore being cradled against that naked chest, and the strong arms that were wrapped around her, concentrating instead on gaining her balance as she stood on her left foot. Cautiously she put her right foot on the ground, held her breath, and transferred a little of her weight to her injured ankle. It hurt. It ached. But it wasn’t the shooting agony it had been when she’d first hurt it, and it didn’t buckle under the stress.
“Let me see if I can take a step.”
His deep voice rumbled against her temple. “I’ve got you. Go ahead.”
And he did have her. She couldn’t have put all her weight on her feet even if she’d wanted to. She eased more pressure onto her foot and took one short, hobbling step. “Ouch. Wow.” She took a deep breath of relief. ?
??It’s definitely better than it was, so I guess that means it’s a sprain and not a break.”
“That’s enough. If you try to do too much, you’ll make it worse. C’mon, let’s go down and get this over with.”
“Getting it over with” meant, of course, that she once again made the trip down the ladder while draped over his shoulder, as that was the fastest method. But it also meant that he had to put on his shirt, so all in all she considered that a good trade-off. She didn’t know how much longer she could have borne looking at all that muscle.
Instead she was looking at something else.
“Staring at your butt is getting old,” she mumbled, clinging like a limpet so she didn’t fall down an entire story and land on her head.
“Aw now, be nice,” he admonished as he easily moved down the ladder with no more effort than if she’d been a child. “I wouldn’t say that about your butt.”
“You haven’t spent hours staring at my butt, or you might be singing a different song.”
Having reached the bottom, he patted her on the butt in question, then boosted her off his shoulder and stood her upright, holding her close to him and looking down so that they were practically nose to nose. “You’d be wrong about that; I’ve stared at your ass every time I got the chance.”
Thump thump! Her heartbeat went into drum-pounding mode again. What was she supposed to say to that? Was he just flirting because he wanted sex, saying whatever he thought would work, or was he serious? Wide-eyed, feeling as if she were a deer in the headlights, she stared into that intent blue gaze and tried to decide if she should blow it off as a joke or if he was serious. How could he possibly be serious?
With all the animosity that had been between them, and the fact that he was buying her out and she’d be leaving soon to set up her business in a less-competitive area, he had to be thinking about nothing more than having sex. Men could do that, compartmentalize things so that their emotions were in one storage area, their sex drives in another, and never the twain shall meet. She didn’t want anything to happen here that could foul up her thinking when they got out of this situation and things were back to normal.
He was waiting for her reaction, and from his alert, narrow-eyed expression she got the idea he was halfway expecting her to take a swing at him. Her arms wanted to move, all right, but for some reason they wanted to fling themselves around his neck; she couldn’t have that, no body parts moving independently of her will, so she firmed her lips and said, “Then stop it. No more looking at my butt.”
He made a derisive sound. “Make me. I happen to think your ass is one of the seven wonders, so no way am I going to deprive myself of the view.”
She began shaking her head in denial, waving her hands back and forth in front of him as if she could erase his words, backing a couple of awkward, hobbling steps away from him as she did. “No, no, no. Not going there. Just get all of that out of your head, because it isn’t going to happen.”
“Don’t be so sure of that,” he warned, the corners of his eyes crinkling as if he wanted to smile at her protests.
There had to be something she could say to make him back up, and suddenly she knew just what it was. “I’m very grateful to you,” she said, throwing the words at him like a weapon. “I’ll agree to selling my place to you without any problem. You don’t have to use sex to get your way.”
He straightened as if he’d been kicked by a mule, his dark brows snapping together over his nose and his eyes narrowing even more, blue fire sparking. “Damn it, don’t try to make this about any fucking piece of property!”
“What else am I supposed to think?” she asked with what she thought was a very reasonable tone. “All of a sudden you’re acting as if I’m God’s gift to men, when we both know better. Either you’re looking for easy sex, or you think you can use sex to get your way. Neither of those look like a good deal to me.”
Tight-lipped, he grabbed her slicker off the post and tossed it to her. “Let’s get this over with,” he snapped.
As she pulled on the slicker she wondered if she’d done a smart thing, pissing off the man who would be carrying her up a tall ladder, but she couldn’t have let him continue saying suggestive things that completely threw her off balance. What if he was only teasing and she’d taken him seriously? She’d have humiliated herself beyond recovery. She had kind of gotten over the embarrassment of how she’d acted at her wedding—kind of; she still felt uncomfortable at the very thought of seeing people who had been there that day, and she’d come up with every excuse in the book for not keeping in touch with the friends she’d had in Billings for that very reason. But taking Dare seriously, and then discovering he’d just been joking about finding her attractive, would be more than she could bear.
He carried her outside and she shut herself in the plastic cubicle, hurrying so he could take his turn. By the time they were back inside and had shed their wet slickers, she could hear the coffee perking. Without a word he took her back up the ladder, and Angie promised herself right then that, no matter how long it took or how much it hurt, she’d negotiate the way on her own the next time, even if she had to hop on one foot. There were things to hold on to for balance.
