Those fucking braids.

I want to crowd her right back into her cabin and guide her to her knees with a grip on those goddamn braids.

I clear my throat.

I don’t even mean to.

I just suddenly replace it hard to swallow.

Courtney’s eyes snap to meet mine, and even though we’re separated by a dozen yards—me standing on my front deck, her standing on her top step—it feels like I could reach out and touch her.

Grab her.

Drag her against me.

I see the hint of her tongue as she wets her lips…

Pure distraction.

This woman is a pure fucking distraction.

Courtney raises a hand in the most hesitant wave I’ve ever seen.

She is clearly going to pretend that we haven’t already seen each other this morning, and that’s fine with me.

I dip my chin, then tilt my head toward the driveway.

She starts down her stairs, and I start down mine.

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