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became instantly erect. She glanced up at him and was humiliated to find that his eyes were glued to her breasts. She covered them by crossing her arms and wondered exactly how hard she would have to knee him in the groin to get him to mo ve.
    "That whole thing with the gay guy? What was that about?" He wav ed one hand at the closed door.
    "Karl? You think Karl is gay?" Serena nea rly screeched in disbelief.
    "Yeah. Obviously. He didn't even check out your ass w hen you turned around earlier."
    "And that makes him gay? Maybe he's not an ass man; did you ever think of that?"
    "Doesn't matter. Any straight guy would check out your ass."
    "I can not believe I'm having this conversation with you. Karl is a gentleman and he doesn't objectify women." She enunciated her words carefully, as if explaining a c hallenging concept to an idiot.
    Mark frowned and scowled at her condescending tone. "You can't possibly be that naive. Straight guys check out women's asses. It's not about degrading women, it's about admiring them. We can't help it. It's ingrained in us." He shrugged as if he was helpless to the natural order of the universe.
    "No, it's ingrained in you to be a male chauvinist pig. Karl, however, was ingrained with some class. He doesn't ogle asses."
    "Right. I bet he does ogle asses. In the men’s locker room."
    She put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "W hat a homophobic thing to say."
    "What? No way. I'm a landscaper. Do you have any idea how many vendors and florists play for the other team? Trust me, I have no problem with gay guys. More of them the better as far as I'm concerned. But I don't think you should be getting all hot and bothered over a guy who prefers sausage." His voice softened. "You deserve better."
    She ignored his concerned tone and focused on the part of his statement that didn't make her melt inside. "I am not getting 'hot and bothered' over him. Who even says that anymore? I was trying to get him to buy a house. He keeps popping up at my Show Homes, and I thought I could work on him a lit tle. Get him to seal the deal."
    "He's been to more than one of your Open Houses then?" He asked , furrowing his brow in concern
    "Yeah. Several in fact. Condos, detached family homes, and townhouses. He's shown up at all of them."
    "And you don't find th at weird? Or downright creepy?"
    "Not really. I often run into the same people. Looking at real estate is kind of a hobby, I guess." She uncrossed her arms and gestured towards the kitchen. "Look at Lacey and her mother. Before she met Jack, those two had been to every Open House in town. They were rec reational real estate hunters."
    "But a single guy? Cruising around, checking out Show Homes on Saturday. That's not normal." He shook his head as if describing someone who lights fires in his spare time. "Y ou're sure he's single, right?"
    "It was one of the first things he mentioned to me. ” She said sweetly. “ So yeah, I'm fairly certain he's single. I think he said something about living with a grandfather who recently passed away. He's looking for a change from the old house, and he's not sure what he wants. That's why he's been to such a variety of properties."
    "So, you don't think he's stalking you then?" Mark raised one speculative eyebrow at her.
    "Mark. You're not making sense. If you think he's gay, why would he be stalking me? Because he admires my personal style so much?" She gestured down at her fabulous patent leather Mary Jane pumps with the thin ankle straps, but references to fashion were lost on Mark. He looked blankly at her shoes, but his gaze warmed up considerably as his eyes travelled over her curvy calves in the black-patterned tights.
    "I don't know why a gay guy would be stalking you, but there's definitely something off about him. You should lose his card. And maybe you should reconsider being alone at these Open Houses all th e time. He could be dangerous."
    "Karl? Dangerous? You've been smoking your rose bushes, haven't you?