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I feel heat crawling up my face. Good thing he doesn’t know, since I was imagining lowering myself on my knees in front of him, slowly freeing his cock from his jeans, and sliding it into the heat of my mouth.

“Thinking about electricity and plumbing, that’s all.”

The grin I shoot him feels forced, and my heart hammers in my chest when he slowly pushes away from the counter and stalks toward me. I may be a bit of an Amazon in size, but JD makes me feel almost dainty when he towers over me, all big and dark and broody.

Sliding his hand along my face and into my hair, he forces my head back a little farther with a slight tug. Then he slowly lowers his mouth to mine.

Like the first time he kissed me, I am swept clear off my feet. My hands come up his chest and grab on to his shirt to steady myself. His kiss is deeper this time, hot and slick, and full of a promise that turns my nipples into peaks and sends tingles to my core.

I feel the groan rumbling from his chest under my hands, and I’m so addicted to his mouth, I try to follow when he moves his lips to my forehead.

“I should go,” he mumbles there.

I close my eyes, take a deep, shuddering breath in, and whisper, “Okay.”

Chapter Eight

JD

Dan is already waitingfor me on the steps of his porch, the baby perched on his knees.

This morning, I was about to load my tools in my truck to head over to Janey’s when I remembered I’d loaned Dan a few things I might need. He’s close to being done with the horse barn he decided to build behind his house. He already bought Aspen a pony. The kid just turned one a couple of months ago, gonna be a while before she’ll ride, but when Dan gets an idea, there’s no stopping him.

“Morning, JD,” Sloane calls out when I get out of the truck. “Coffee?”

“Don’t get up on my account,” I try to stop her when I see her struggle to get out of the porch chair.

Sloane looks about to pop, pregnant with kid number two, who is due in about a month, I believe.

She waves me off. “If I don’t move regularly, my ass’ll get glued to that chair. Besides, I need an excuse to sniff the coffeepot again.”

“In that case, sure, I’ll take a coffee.”

I wasn’t going to stay long, just pick up my tools and go, but I’m not going to deny Sloane that small pleasure. She groans as she stretches, one hand pressing the small of her back as she shuffles inside. Pregnancy looks fucking uncomfortable, but I’m happy for them.

“So what are you working on?” Dan asks, gesturing for me to sit on the steps with him.

“Fixing a few things.”

My evasive response isn’t enough to brush him off. In fact, it only seems to pique his interest as his eyes narrow on me.

“At your trailer?”

“Nah, I’m giving Doc a hand at her place.”

I feel his eyes on me so I keep mine fixed on the view in front of me, which is prime. Dan picked a perfect spot to build his log home, with a view of the Fisher River and Kenelty Mountain beyond from his front porch. I’ve spent plenty of time here, drinking a beer while watching the sun go down.

My little patch of land backs onto Libby Creek, and although the view isn’t bad from my trailer, it pales in comparison to this.

“You’re making a move,” Dan states.

I turn my head and briefly lock eyes with him. Then I return my gaze to the river.

“Good for you,” he adds in a low voice, setting Aspen, who is getting restless on his lap, down on the ground.

She takes a few steps on unsteady feet before plopping on her butt in the grass. She immediately grabs for a clump of harmless dandelions under Dan’s watchful eye. Some of the wildflowers here can be quite toxic.

“Here…”

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