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Nicole couldn’t remember the last time her libido was so supercharged.

She was tempted to spend a few more minutes appreciating the handsome picture Daniel made leaning against the wall.

He smiled as she approached. “This is a surprise.”

“Weren’t you expecting me?” she teased.

“Yeah, just not like this. I was thinking the other day that I couldn’t imagine you in jeans.”

“Oh, you’ve been thinking about me?”

Daniel held her gaze. “Yes, ma’am.”

A liquid shiver went through her. Get a grip, Nicole. How could she facilitate a reconciliation between the Baron children and their mother if she was distracted by the way Daniel Baron filled out a pair of Wranglers?

“So. On a scale from one to I-should-just-throw-myself-from-the-truck, how bad do you think today’s gonna be?”

His lips quirked in a half smile. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’ll do what I can to make it as painless as possible.”

“You’re a really nice guy.”

“Actually, I’m more of a cranky loner and recovering troublemaker.” His laugh was short and self-deprecating. “Maybe you just bring out my better qualities.”