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Ethan stood on the front porch of the house to which he’d swore he’d never return.

Sara opened the door. Her lips curved in a shy smile. She stepped aside, and he had to force his feet over the threshold.

“Well, what do you think?”

Ethan slowly scanned the sparkling clean room. “I, uh, it’s fine, Sara. The place looks real nice.” Clearing his throat, he moved back a step. “I think I’ll just go—”

“You’re leaving?”

The disappointment in her voice sent a flush of pleasure through him. “Actually, I was just going to get something from my truck.”

She smiled.

Ethan headed out the door, calling himself every kind of a dumb jerk. He didn’t even like petite, fair-haired women. So why was he getting all tongue-tied and weak-kneed?

He was getting worked up over nothing. Of course he would have a reaction to a woman. He hadn’t had female company in a mighty long time. By his own choice, he reminded himself. And he wanted to keep it that way.

But he couldn’t, if Sara kept smiling at him.