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“Who are you?” I ask gently.
“I told you, Hunter,” he grunts.
I giggle. “No, I mean…” I shrug. “All of this? Do you own Google or something?”
He flashes another small smile; he’s human after all. And a gorgeous human at that. I mean my God is he attractive. My core tightens and throbs heatedly. My face reddens as my dirty thoughts tease to the surface. He’s so big, and I catch myself wondering if he’s big all over.
“Have a seat.”
He helps me over to gorgeous wooden farmhouse-style table and pulls out a chair for me. I watch as he steps back inside and then comes out a moment later with a first aid kit. His huge frame kneels in front of me, and his big hands take my bare leg. I tremble at the touch of his powerful hand on me—so warm, and so strong. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
Hunter dabs at the cuts and then covers the two that are more than scratches with band-aides. He dabs some ointment on the burn, and I tingle all over when his fingers rub it over my skin.
“All better,” he grunts and stands. He helps me to my feet and looks at me curiously. “Still hurt?”
“Much better,” I breathe.
I turn back to his garden, taking it all in. Testing my leg, I walk over to a big Japanese Maple and run my fingertips over the delicate leaves that hang down. I can feel something, and when I turn, Hunter is looking right at me, intensely.
“What?” I blush with heat, feeling shy.
He frowns and quickly shakes his head. “Nothing. I don’t get many visitors.”
I smile. “You? Ha! I bet.”
“Meaning?”
I was joking, but there’s no jokiness in his voice. It makes me wish I could take back what I said, but something in his face tells me that’s not an option.
“Sorry, I just…” I smile at him. “Come on, you’re like, insanely good looking.” My face reddens with heat, and I quickly look down at my hands. Smooth, self. Very, very smooth. But for some reason my stupid mouth keeps on talking. “And this penthouse? Something tells me you havelotsof ‘visitors.’”
Hunter meets my eyes without blinking. “I hope you’re not a betting girl.”
I laugh. “Not really.”
“Good, you’d have lost that one.” He loosens up enough to give me a small, gorgeous smile with a flash of white teeth. “I don’t date or see people. I don’t really leave, either.”
“So, what do you do all day?”
He shrugs. “My garden. Books.” He frowns suddenly. “What were you reading, by the way?”
I blink in surprise. “When?”
He tightens his jaw, and his brow furrows slightly. But then he seems to relax. “Earlier, on your balcony.”
I blush heatedly. “You saw me?”
“Yes.” He doesn’t sugarcoat it or try and make an excuse. And I kind of like that. It also means he was looking at me, and it’s not like you can just see Aunt Carol’s place from his roof. You have to be looking for it to look down that far and see me. I start to wonder if he was looking forme.
“Tarzan,” I answer quietly.
Hunter smiles. “I like that one. Which one?”
And I like that he knows that there are several books in the Tarzan series. “The first one, where he finds out who he is.”
“And meets Jane.”
I swallow, my tongue wetting my lips. “Yeah.” I turn away, because his eyes are so intense that I feel like it’smewho’s staring at him. “You really gardened all of this?”
