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EXCERPT:
Morning,” a rough voice, scratchy with sleep, rumbled through my chest.
I startled, knowing without looking it was Colin Winters. When he’d introduced himself yesterday, his voice and name forever embedded themselves into my brain.
Turning to face him, his hands were braced on the large butcher-top island counter, his flannel shirt rolled up, revealing strong forearms. His baseball hat curved over his forehead in that way only real ballplayers wore them, his auburn hair curling around the edges. The brim was frayed. Maybe it was his lucky cap, the one he couldn’t bear to part with. Who knew a man wearing a baseball hat could be so sexy?
He straightened, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can I get some of that, or is it only for staff?”
“Some of what?” My brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders this morning.
I’d already cut up a large bowl of fruit and set out platters of bagels, pastries, and muffins for the guests. Orange juice sat in a large pitcher on the island between us.
His lips quirked into a smile as he nodded at my mug. “Coffee.”
My heart thumped in my chest. “Oh, of course. The coffee’s for anyone. Ya know, guests, baseball players, adventure tourists.”
I turned away, hoping he wouldn’t notice the flush on my cheeks from my rambling. Why did this guy affect me so much after years of lukewarm interest in the opposite sex?
I opened the cabinet to get a mug from the top shelf. I reached as far as my arms would stretch, hoping to snag one by the handle. The white tank top I wore under my open flannel shirt slid up. The counter was cool against my heated skin.
“Let me get that for you.”
I shivered at the sound of his voice. Why did his voice have to be so sexy?
He easily reached over me, his chest brushing against my back. Tingles erupted over my skin. There was no one else in the kitchen, and my body was trapped between his and the counter. The edge bit sharply into my skin, further igniting the fire that started between us yesterday.
I turned, hoping to create distance between us. Instead, he was flush against me. He held the mug above my head, his eyes twinkling down at me.
“Thanks.” I swallowed at the feel of his hard body pressed against mine.
“No problem.” His tone was amused as he set the mug on the counter next to my elbow.
I expected him to step back, but he didn’t.
“Have you been on any other adventure tours?” he asked conversationally, seemingly unaffected by my proximity.
“Nope. This is my first.” I was pleased my voice hadn’t cracked or wavered.
“Mine, too.” He fell silent, considering me. “We have to stop running into each other like this.”
I tipped my head to the side. “I have a feeling you’re enjoying this.”
He shook his head, chuckling softly. “I haven’t—”
What had he been about to say? I haven’t been attracted to anyone like this before? I haven’t felt like this around anyone before?