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She got the impression he had been standing in the doorway for some time studying her.

His dark hair was wet, and water beaded on the dark curls of his chest hair that formed a V, disappearing into the towel wrapped around his slim hips.

“I’m sorry, the door was open,” she said quickly.

He was as big a man as she’d first thought, a few inches over six feet and broad at the shoulders. Solid looking, she thought. Not like a man who worked out. More like a man who worked.

He settled those dark eyes on her. Everything about him was dark.

“You’re new here,” Cade Jackson said, as if roping in his irritation. “You don’t know me, so I’m going to cut you some slack. Get out. I don’t know what your game is, Tex, but I’m not playing.”