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his shoulders in an effort to redirect his fast escalating need to wipe that smug expression off Joseph’s face. As it was his control, always iffy, was now hanging by a thread.
    He pinned Joseph with an unrelenting stare. “I designed these buildings according to the dictates of the Bronsworts’ and your only job as my foreman is to follow my instructions, got it?”
    Joseph ’s eyes became flat, he opened his mouth … the roar of an approaching car brought them both whipping around.
    Hunter stalked to the window. His heart stalled then went into free-fall.
    Mina.
    But he couldn’t let Joseph go without a stern warning. There was too much riding on this for both the Bronsworts and himself especially since yesterday.
    He eyed Joseph stonily. “From now on, we’ll consult about every approaching phase of construction.” Joseph’s face turned ashen with anger, Hunter’s misgivings about the man’s competency blossomed further into reality. He held Joseph’s furious stare, and dropped his voice low, there were many listening ears, “this will be your only mistake,” he warned softly, then left.
     
    Mina watched as Hunter’s long strides brought him to her.
    His tall, raw body moved with a grace that would transcend the quality of any clothing, even the faded jeans and paint splattered t-shirts he seemed to prefer.
    H eat blossomed in her cheeks, she tore her attention away from him and fidgeted with her fingers.
    He stopped a few feet away. “Hi,” he whispered his voice surprisingly gentle.
    She risked a glance, he was watching her keenly from beneath hooded lids.
    Bolder, she faced him square on. Dark fire burned in his eyes, he was devouring her, soggy shorts and all.
    She said the first thing which popped into her mind. “H ow has today been going?”
    Immediately a guarded expression came over his face.
    She tensed. “Is something wrong?”
    His gaze flickered down to her mouth, then quickly back up to her eyes. The muscles in his jaw jumped, he moved back a fraction. “No,” he said flatly, “why do you ask?”
Mina snorted, “You’re lying.”
    He sighed and ran a hand through his thick, ebony locks which glistened with dampened sweat. Would his hair feel clammy or would the strands feel like wet silk, smooth and sensuous beneath her fingers?
    “Up until a few minutes ago, all I could think of was you,” he evaded softly.
    Her wits scattered and she blushed. He was proving a deft hand at circumventing her questions with little effort. The heat of the day seemed to condense in the small space between their bodies and her mouth went dry.
    “Have you thought of me, little Mina?” he whispered.
    A jolt went through her at the carnality implicit in his words. She gulped down dry heat, tried to stay on her feet, withstanding the intensity in his eyes was the hardest part. “That’s why I’m here,” she sounded breathless.
    “Really?” He sounded stunned, unsure .
    It gave her back some confidence. She stomped her foot in exasperation, risked a saucy smile at him, “Hunter, please drop the brainless act!”
    She moved off briskly in the direction he’d just come from, “do you mind?” she beckoned to him.
    He fell into step beside her.
    She stared straight ahead, aware of nothing but the man who walked beside her. “Please stop trying to force me to marry you.”
    He muttered a soft curse. She ignored it. This was too important. “Yes. I do desire you but I don’t want to marry …”
    “Me?” h e asked, his voice a low, threatening growl.
    She shook her head. “No … it’s not so much you. It’s this whole thing,” she stopped in the middle of the dirt road. “I won’t accept being given to you like … like a prize or spoils of war,” she said venomously, “I don’t love you and you don’t-“
    “Stop,” Hunter held up hand, halt ing the flow of her words, his eyes had become hard, unreadable, “you don’t know what I want or feel,” he clipped.
    She raised a haughty