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Secretly, she’d already made up her mind.

It happened sometime between two and three o’clock after he’d taken off his shirt. On a good day Ben was hard to resist. On a day like today with the afternoon sun beating down on his broad back as he worked on her house—resistance was futile.

And why had she been resisting him?

“You mind if I get cleaned up before we move on to the office work? I could use a shower.”

Instantly Hilary had processed the statement and kicked into analysis mode. Ben was going to take a shower, but there wasn’t a “You want to join me?” invitation in his eyes. Chance of sex: 10%.

Hilary said in her best “of course I’m not thinking carnal thoughts” voice, “Sure. Be my guest.”

Ben brought in some clothes from his truck and then the torture began. First he closed the bathroom door, but she didn’t hear it click. Did she dare join him? Next there was the sound of water bombarding her with images of his strong, naked, taut body.

Following her urges, she went toward the bathroom. She could do this, of course she could. Chance of sex: 80%. Just as she shucked her T-shirt, the water turned off.

Damn.

Chance of sex: 0%. But the night was still young.