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“And getting warmer by the minute,” he said.

Marshaling her composure, Mary Beth turned and tried to remember what they’d been talking about. Heating and cooling. Ductwork. She smiled, nervous. “Texas summers are always hot. What do you suggest?”

“It’s always been my feeling that if you’ve got an itch, you ought to scratch it.” He swiped his handkerchief over his chest. And over his navel.

Aware that her gaze had followed the handkerchief’s path, she jerked her attention away again, her face fiery. “I was talking about heating and cooling the apartment.”

“You can always pick up a couple of second-hand window units to use temporarily through the summer, but come winter, you’ll have to think about keeping warm.” He gave her a lopsided grin that told her he’d be happy to provide the warmth.

“J.J., stop that!”