Page 9 of Her Werewolf Lover

Holy. Hotness.

Samantha swallowed. She closed her eyes and flattened herself back against the wall.

Was that another growl?

She wondered and peeked through one eyelid to find him looking around the anteroom.

Odd. Very odd.

“So, where do you want me to start? I can take some notes while you get dressed.”

He pulled a rolled-up notebook and a blue ballpoint pen out of the back pocket of those tight, faded jeans. She noted how they hung perfectly and low on his slim hips.

Like some kind of bad boy rock star, she thought, and bit her lip.

He waited, looking at her expectantly.

Where did she want him to start? Was that the question he’d asked?

Her mind shouted,IN THE BEDROOM WITH ME!

But her mouth remained thankfully closed.

Heat spread throughout her body, starting at her center, and climbed all the way up to her face. Sam decided just then that she might need another shower.

This one ice cold.

Her gaze traveled from his startling black eyes down his muscular body visible through the thin white t-shirt he wore. She gave a slight shake of her head and tried to find some place safe to look.

“Wait one minute, will you? Start what? Who the heck are you?” she asked, trying to force her brain to stay focused.

“I’m sorry, I thought you were expecting me, Mrs. Birkemeyer. I’m Michael Duarte fromNJ Beautiful Designs & Construction,” he waited a beat for her to recognize the name.

When she didn’t, he continued, “My Aunt Eileen said you wanted me to come by and give you an estimate for some work? Ringin’ any bells yet?”

“Oh. Oh!Miguelito!The handyman!”

He barked out a laugh that startled her. Samantha’s heart thudded and her body heated again. It was a raw and honest laugh.

A good laugh.

When was the last time I laughed like that?

Too long ago.

“Um, yeah, I’ll be right back,” Samantha said, leaving Miguelito, er, Michael, there to look around.

“I’ll be waiting,” he replied, his intense dark gaze landing on her, and making her feel all sorts of funny things inside.

Sam nodded and bit her lip. She turned around and jogged up the stairs.

This seemed bigger than the average introduction. Like Michael was important, and that was something she hadn’t felt in a long time. Sighing, she shook her head.

Sam had bigger things to worry about than her sexy handyman.

Besides, he probably thought she was crazy.

Chapter 3

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