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guilty. “Well, I guess I should go then.”
    â€œI guess.”
    â€œGood luck with the project.”
    â€œThanks.”
    He stared into her eyes, a picture of her naked flashing through his head like an erotic magazine photo. “Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do?” Maybe help pin the material around you, then take it off and touch you all over?
    â€œI’m sure,” Paige said softly. “Go on back to the girls.”
    â€œOh, yeah, right.” The girls. Geez, he’d almost forgotten. What kind of father was he?
    â€œWell, I’ll see you.”
    â€œYeah, see you.”
    â€œGood night, Paige.”
    â€œGood night.”
    Zeke slowly walked back to his house, his thoughts jumbled. He liked Paige, and he was undeniably attracted to her. But he had to focus on raising his daughters.
    Back inside, he yanked off his clothes, took a quickshower and collapsed into bed. It had been an exhausting day. As he closed his eyes, images of Paige’s flushed skin, her rosy lips, her high cheekbones and dainty nose, her glorious auburn hair, her curvy, sexy legs taunted him. He missed having a woman’s body snuggled up next to his, his legs tangled with her silky, smooth skin, her soft breath whispering against his face.
    Problem was, he didn’t just want any woman. He wanted Paige Watkins.
    Reality shattered his dreams when he rolled over to the empty space beside him and felt the crisp cool sheets. He couldn’t have Paige. And if he pursued her, he’d be on a collision course with trouble.
    So once again, he went to sleep. Alone.
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    P AIGE SHOVED THE embarrassing memory of Zeke seeing her practically naked from her mind and tried to salvage her project. Unfortunately, Zeke’s heated gaze and sexy smile popped into her head at the most inopportune times. She’d stuck herself about twenty times with a pin and had almost sewn her finger on the sewing machine. Finally, around 3 a.m., she finished the dress and sat back to admire her work. She’d fashioned a tea-length semi-formal dress that dipped off one shoulder. The tapered skirt accentuated a woman’s normal curves while drawing attention to her best features. Around 4 a.m., she stumbled into bed and closed her eyes.
    Zeke’s unbidden image drifted through her dreams but this time, Zeke was undressing her. And this time, she blushed from excitement and passion. Then she undressed him, savoring every delightful moment as his bronze skin and rippled muscles were unveiled.
    At 5 a.m., Paige woke up from her dream with the sheets tangled around her, her head throbbing from lackof sleep. Shocked at her lustful thoughts she leapt out of bed, threw on her jogging clothes and ran out the door.
    Forty-five minutes later, she returned to the house, her energy renewed. The neighborhood had been filled with early morning walkers and runners and the fresh air had cleansed her senses. She showered, planning to have breakfast and study her marketing before she headed to her 9 a.m. class. But when she stepped into her kitchen, there sat the troublemaker—Henrietta.
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    â€œC OME ON, GIRLS , we need to leave.” Zeke buttoned his white shirt, tucking it inside his pleated navy trousers.
    â€œBut I can’t find my shoes,” August said.
    â€œTry your feet.” Zeke pointed to her bright yellow sneakers.
    â€œNot these.” August rolled her eyes. “They don’t match my blue dress.”
    â€œI see.” Actually, he didn’t. Being color-blind definitely had its limitations.
    â€œHere they are!” Summer held up another pair of shoes.
    â€œBailey’s bringing his grandma, too,” August said. “’Cause his mom is a ’portant psych…head doctor.”
    Zeke clamped his mouth together to prevent a chuckle, grateful at least one other child had a substitute mom for the tea. The telephone jangled and Summer and August raced to it,