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We flipped the chair and got it through the doorway, the blond following us inside the apartment.

“Where do you want it?” I asked her.

Dom snickered and I gave him a warning look.

“Oh, anywhere is fine,” she said with a wave of her hand.

Her townhouse was similar to mine. It even had the same hardwood flooring in the living room. As Dom moved to set the chair down, I shook my head.

“This could scratch the floor,” I said. “You don’t want to scoot it once you decide where to move it. Tell us where you want it.”

“Oh.” She frowned, a little wrinkle appearing between her brows. “That’s a good point. How about in that corner?”

We carried it to the corner she’d pointed to and gently set it down. The dark-haired woman walked in carrying a box, breezing past us. I didn’t see anyone else in the apartment.

I turned to the blond. “Do you have anyone else helping you move?”

Her note of laughter was unamused. “My moving company cancelled on me yesterday, and my old landlord has someone moving into my former apartment tomorrow, so it’s just me and Sam.”

I had shit to do, but I wasn’t about to let two women move heavy furniture alone. I exchanged a quick look with Dom, his disappointment over missing out on a nooner written all over his face.

“We’ll help,” I said.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

I could tell from her tone that she didn’t mean it. Her gray tank top was already soaked with sweat. The fall weather in Denver was beautiful, but moving all your belongings from one place to another was hard work. I hadn’t moved myself when I came to Denver eight months ago; the Coyotes had paid for all my relocation costs. But helping out would take the place of my run, and it would allow me to burn off some of my nervous energy about tomorrow’s game. And hopefully, it would get me into my hot new neighbor’s good graces.

“I’m Ford,” I said, offering her my hand. “I live next door.”

She smiled, subtly checking me out as she shook my hand. “Hi Ford, I’m Elle.”

Our eyes locked, and awareness stirred in my chest. She had a fantastic smile, blue eyes and—

Don’t look at her tits again, dude. You’re not a caveman.

“Is it just you?” I asked, our hands still locked together. “Or is that your roommate?”

Her friend, Sam, snorted out a laugh as she walked past us to leave the apartment. “Are you serious? I couldn’t live with Elle. She’s a massive control freak.”

A flicker of annoyance passed over Elle’s expression. “Just me.”

“Welcome to The Pines,” I said, releasing her hand before things got awkward.

The Pines was a luxury townhome community. It had indoor and outdoor pools, and the surrounding grounds encompassed a lake, killer mountain views, and trails for walking and running. There was also security and underground parking. It was perfect for me. There was no lawn or snow maintenance, I could fish in the lake when I was in town and I could run or workout without having to leave home.

It was expensive, though, and I was curious what Elle did that allowed her to afford a place like this on her own. Probably a doctor or an attorney. She looked smart, and she was definitely closer to thirty than twenty. Her tank top wasn’t low-cut and her ass wasn’t hanging out of the back of her shorts, which made her classier than the puck bunnies I was used to.

“Let’s do this,” Dom said, clapping me on the shoulder.

“Oh.” Elle smiled and her cheeks flushed pink, the spell between us broken. “I rented a moving truck. It’s out front.”

I’d only gone on a couple of dates since moving to Denver, but Elle had immediately piqued my interest. Hopefully she didn’t have a boyfriend.

“Hey, I really appreciate this,” she said as we walked out to the moving truck filled to the brim with furniture and neatly packed boxes.

She bent over to get something out of the truck and Dom grinned at me after busting me checking her out. I shoved his shoulder and he shoved mine back.

“Behave, children,” Sam said.

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