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A lot more than the glass of icy lemonade she was bringing him now. Intending to give him the drink, say her piece and leave, she called his name. But when he turned around, the only sound she uttered was a gasp.

Nick had removed his shirt as he put together the swing set, and for the first time she saw his muscles and his broad chest. In the midday sun his pecs and six-pack abs glistened like Cortez’s gold. She stood there, her mouth agape, her mind blank. She’d wanted to tell him something, but couldn’t remember what.

She closed her mouth and swallowed, snapping herself out of her trance. “Thanks for doing this, Nick.”

He gave her that devastating smile. “No problem.”

It was a problem, all right. Her girls loved Nick, so she had to risk spending a little time with him. But could she resist the temptation?