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eyelashes. “Should I take some more orders?”
    “No,” he said with a frown. “We’re going to close for the rest of the day so I can try to hire back some former employees.” His frown deepened. “And so I can get an extra fire extinguisher.”
    She swallowed a sheepish smile. “What do you want me to do?”
    The words left her mouth innocently enough, but once they reached the space between them that was charged with tension, they took on a weighted meaning. Images of the possibilities of what he might want her to do darted through her mind, sending her temperature higher than the fire she’d started. For a split second, she thought she saw desire flash in his eyes, too. But if so, it was gone just as quickly.
    She thought about the comment the woman in the hair salon had made about Marcus Armstrong not liking women. Alicia definitely felt his animosity, and wondered if he sensed hers, though she was doing her best to keep it hidden.
    “You can get settled into the boardinghouse,” he said, his voice gruff. “Ask for Regina, she’ll find you a room. Be back here in two hours, ready to work.”
    Oh, she would be ready to work, Alicia thought. Ready to work on him. Because if Marcus Armstrong was one of those old-fashioned men who thought women were frivolous, silly and subordinate, she’d happily be the female to bring him to his knees.

7
    A licia stood at the window of the plain but comfortable room she’d been assigned in the enormous and bustling boardinghouse. To her right, an orange sun melted into a pink-and-red sunset bleeding over a black mountain range. It was the stuff of Hollywood movie backgrounds—a surreal backdrop for a surreal little town.
    The movie The Stepford Wives came to mind.
    She held her cell phone to her ear and listened as it rang on the other end. She expected to leave a voice message for her mother, but Candace answered.
    “Hello? Alicia?”
    “Yeah, Mom, it’s me. I’m just checking in. Looks like I’ll be staying here for a while.”
    “Oh? I’m disappointed you won’t be coming back right away. Is Sweetness as pretty as it sounds?”
    Alicia absorbed the calming view and exhaled. “Yes,” she admitted. “Very pretty. But it’s also very humid, and there are lots of bugs.”
    Candace laughed. “You always hated insects of any kind. Bo asked me to ask if his truck is okay.”
    Alicia thought of the monogrammed panties that had rolled out from under the front seat. “The truck is fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “Is everything okay there?”
    “Sure,” her mother said cheerfully.
    Too cheerfully.
    “So, have you met any mountain men?” Candace asked, her voice breezy.
    “My boss,” Alicia said idly. “I took a job in a diner to pass the time.”
    “A diner? Are they aware of your little problem with pyromania?”
    Alicia frowned. “I don’t set fires…not on purpose, anyway.”
    “Is he cute, your boss?”
    Alicia shifted her gaze to the diner across the street just as Marcus Armstrong himself emerged to lock the door behind him. Unbidden, her vital signs increased.
    “No.” No one could accuse the man of being cute. After spending a couple of hours with him and the handful of waitresses he’d hired back, listening to his expectations for the eatery, she’d developed a list of adjectives for him—tough, opinionated and unyielding. But not cute.
    “Oh, well,” Candace said, “there are other more important qualities in a partner.”
    She turned her back to the window. “Mom, I’m not looking for a partner.”
    “I know.”
    Candace sighed and Alicia realized her mother was talking to herself as much as to her daughter, perhaps coming around to the belief that her “cute” boyfriend wasn’t all he was cracked up to be.
    “How do you like your bracelet?” her mother asked.
    Guilt seized Alicia. She touched her bare wrist where her mother had fastened the bracelet that morning. Sometime during the day she’d lost it, but hadn’t