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Jenny lifted her fist again but it just won’t do the deed. Her knuckles and the carved wooden door seemed to be the same magnetic poles, and refused to connect no matter how hard she tried. She glanced at the slip of paper in her hand for the tenth time in the past minute. 1202. She was standing outside the right apartment, she was in the correct building, but it didn’t make sense. Cooper can’t possibly live here! The building was opulent and classy aka ‘expensive looking’. Surely the boy she played with in the dirt fifteen years ago couldn’t be living there! A gasp escaped her lips as the door opened swiftly, and she glared at her fist accusingly. Had it knocked? No. But there was a man standing before her with his gleaming tanned torso bared, and his PJ bottoms hanging dangerously low on his navel. She swallowed and stepped back, struggling to drag her eyes away from the brown hair disappearing into the waistband of his trousers. The piercing blue eyes staring back at her crinkled at the corners and she recognized them. Bloody hell!

“Hey, Jen.”

Her lips opened and she narrowed her eyes. Cooper? “Cooper!” she exclaimed as if it was a surprise to see him in the doorway of his own apartment.

All bulging biceps and naked broad chest neared her face, and he wrapped his arms around her neck. His grip was tight, comforting, but she stood awkwardly, her body cringing at the intimacy.

He pulled back but she was still struggling to fathom what was going on. “How are you?”

“Good,” she squeaked.

“Come on in!” He grabbed her suitcase and dragged it inside, and she glared lecherously at the slim hips covered by gray trousers.

“I uh…” He turned at the sound of her voice, all smiles. He looked genuinely happy to see her. “Thank you so much for…having me over.” She dared not even glance at her suitcase. There was no way this man had invited her to stay with him while she found she a solution to her joblessness.

“Are you kidding me? Where else would you go? We’re almost family.”

Really? Some scrumptious family!

She was disgusted by the direction her thoughts had taken. After all, it was Cooper, Cooper Farrell, the boy she had wrestled with and played with while growing up. It seemed almost illegal to think of him that way.

“Why are you standing there? Sit. Get comfortable.”

“Thank you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “What’s with the formality, Jen?”

She bit her lip and tugged her jacket around herself. She felt gauche and awkward in his presence, surveying the impressive apartment. One wall was completely obscured by certificates. She crinkled her eyes to read what they said. I should’ve worn my specs! Who is he? He sat next to her, very close, and she tensed, discreetly pulling away. He reached for her face and she jumped.

He laughed at her noticeable lurch, gripping a strand of long brown hair that was dangling over her cheek. “You grew your hair, tomboy. I'm surprised. You look like a girl!”

She blushed and glanced at him. Wrong move. He was sitting too close. “And you look like a man,” she said breathlessly, as if she was having trouble dragging in air. The truth was, she actually felt like she had forgotten the lifelong habit of breathing evenly. His stomach was hard and lined with neat squares of muscle. God! “A half naked man,” she added tactlessly. Her eyes widened at her stupidity and he laughed out loud.

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” he joked gloatingly.

“Of course not!”

He chuckled and stood up. “Let me grab you a coffee.”

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