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Carefully she made her way down, though she hesitated on the last step, her heart in her chest, her
skin cold and clammy.
For one brief moment she thought of running back upstairs. Of hiding beneath the tangled mess of
blankets on the bed. Of closing her eyes and doing her best to forget everything that had happened
over the last twenty-four hours.
But then the damn dog appeared at her feet and outed her with one yelp. Before she lost her nerve,
Bobbi stepped off and turned the corner.
She could say that her heart nearly fell out of her chest because she was damn surprised at what
she found it looked like a freaking furniture store, and the paintings& the paintings were incredible.
Vivid. Bleak. Raw.
But, they only held her attention for a moment because her hungry eyes found Shane seconds later
and her entire body felt as if it had been dipped in hot, electric, water.
He was bent over a long piece of wood, running a sander over the dark lines. Slowly. Back and
forth. The muscles in his arms and shoulders drew her attention pretty hard not to, when he wore
nothing but a pair of faded jeans that hung dangerously low on his hips. His feet were bare and as her
gaze traveled up his back, she rested her eyes on the intricate tattoo that adorned the back of his left
shoulder.
It was new and she wondered if he still had the one. That special one on his left bicep. A sheen of
sweat covered his skin as he worked the sander in slow, methodic strokes.
He turned slightly, his profile, way too damn intoxicating, the strong lines of his nose, his jaw and
chin, too achingly familiar. His hair, always longer than the norm, touched the tops of his shoulders,
the thick coffee colored waves, shining from the light above him.
An image of her hands buried in his hair as he nuzzled her breasts flashed before her eyes and
Bobbi s breath caught in the back of her throat.
Ear buds were in place and for the moment he didn t know she was there. Bobbi s hand crept up
behind her right ear, to the place that had always belonged to him, to the mark he d put there the one
that matched his and something inside her twisted so painfully she gasped.
The dog barked.
Shane glanced up.
And she was lost.
Chapter Six
For a few seconds the only sound in his work room was Pia s mad barking. The little mutt barked
at Bobbi and then ran back to Shane, her excited yelps growing in intensity until with one look, and a
quick scratch behind the ears, she quieted.
Shane took a second, not only to remove the ear buds but to make sure not one trace of emotion
showed on his face. Seeing Bobbi like that, half naked and wearing his T-shirt, did all sorts of things
to him that he didn t want to think about or dwell on. Hell, it had been bad enough the night before
when he d struggled to get her out of her damn wedding dress and into the stupid shirt.
When she wasn t giggling like a crazy lady, she was rubbing that hot body wherever she could
touch. It had taken everything in Shane to not take what she was offering, and in fact, not even twenty
minutes in a cold shower had offered much relief.
Her hair was still a mess, the thick dark strands wild and crazy the total opposite to the sleek
look she d been sporting since he d been back in town. There were shadows beneath her eyes though,
dark smudges that told of a night without much sleep and her skin was pale.
Pia barked once more and Bobbi winced no doubt because he knew she was suffering from one
hell of a hangover.
Thought you d be in bed for hours yet, he said, watching her closely as she took a step forward.
She cleared her throat and shook her head, though her eyes left him and she turned in a semi-circle,
her gaze on the walls.
You still paint, she said softly.
Shane followed her gaze and nodded, his lips tight, a frown in place. Yep. He sure as hell
wasn t in the mood for a walk down memory lane. And to be honest, he was questioning his decision
to bring her back here in the first place. What had he been thinking? He should have left her with her
family and Dooley.
Pia barked once more. Seemed as if the dog agreed too.
He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans and watched her cross the room to stand in
front of a painting he d done not long after he d come back to New Waterford. He had created it from
memory, with the aid of a few sketches he d brought back with him.
Who s that? she pointed and turned to him.
No one you would know.
For a moment the two of them stared at each other in silence, and he thought that maybe a shadow
of hurt crossed her face. If so, it was gone just as fast as it had come, replaced once more with the
cool, composed woman he d come home to.
She was a stranger to him, and yet&
She wrapped her arms around her body as if seeking warmth and rested her gaze on the table he
was working on. She blew out a long breath and took a few hesitant steps forward, though when Pia
barked once more she scowled.
Okay, your dog needs to relax.
Pia s a little territorial, Shane replied.
Well she doesn t have to worry about me, she retorted frostily.
She s not.
She s not, Bobbi repeated.
Nope.
The dog glanced between the two adults and growled.
I find that hard to believe, Bobbi said as she took one step back.
It s me she s worried about.
Bobbi muttered something unintelligible under her breath before nodding toward the table and
gesturing around the large, main floor of the carriage house. The entire area was his workspace, the
one place where he felt at home and relaxed.
That is until today.
I thought you worked for Logan at his shop.
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