What a Man's Gotta Do

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Authors: Karen Templeton
them. In fact, not talking makes it easier to watch. And listen. See things about folks maybe they can’t always see for themselves.”
    Anger, apprehension, curiosity all spurted through her. “And what is it you think you see about me?”
    â€œI’m not sure. Someone who’s lost sight of who she is, maybe.”
    The gentleness in his voice, more unexpected than the words themselves, brought a sharp, hard lump to her throat. For three years, she’d refused to let herself feel vulnerable. In the space of a few minutes, this man—this stranger—threatened to destroy all her hard work.
    Her fingers tightened around the handle of her mug. “Do you make it a habit of going around analyzing people without being asked?”
    He shook his head, his expression serious. Genuinely concerned. “No, ma’am. Not at all.”
    â€œThen why do I rate?”
    â€œBecause it burns my butt to see how much you’ve changed,” he said simply, softly, waving the cup in her direction. “That the girl who didn’t seem to have a care in the world now seems like she’s taken on all of ’em.”
    She laughed, although that was the last thing she felt like doing. “I’m twenty years older than I was then. I’m a divorcée with two kids and my own business. I have bills out the wazoo, a car that needs coaxing every morning to get going and parents who worry about me far more than they should be worrying about someone this close to forty. So, yeah, I guess I’ve got a little more on my plate than worrying about acing my trig exam or how many balloons to order for the senior prom.”
    â€œThat’s not what I’m talking about.”
    Zing went her heart, thudding and tripping inside her chest. “I told you,” she said quietly, desperately, scrabbling away from treacherous ground, “I’m just looking for a tenant. Not a buddy. Or…” She shut her eyes, dragged the unsaid out into the open. “Or anything else.”
    â€œAnything else?” he drawled on a slow, knowing grin.
    Embarrassment heated her cheeks. Cripes, she was more out of the loop than she thought. “I’m sorry. I have no idea where that came from—”
    â€œIt came right from where you thought it came from,” he said, his voice low and warm and tired-rough. “From me.”
    Oh, dear God.
    â€œI can’t…I mean, we c-can’t—”
    â€œI know that. Which is why I’m not really coming on to you, even though that’s how you’re no doubt reading it.” She frowned, thoroughly confused. He smiled, and her insides went all stupid on her. “What I mean is, I can’t help it if I’m sending out ‘I’m interested’ vibes. I am,” he said with a no-big-deal shrug. “But I get what you’re saying. And that’s fine with me.I’m not lookin’ for anything, either. Not now. Probably not ever. The idea of settling down gives me nightmares, if you want to know the truth. I just don’t have whatever it takes to be a family man, I guess. And like you said, the kids…” He let the sentence trail off. “But that doesn’t mean a few not-very-gentlemanly thoughts haven’t crossed my mind in the past few hours. About what things could be like if both of us weren’t so dead set on avoiding complications.”
    Her ears started to ring. “You’re attracted to me?”
    There went that sin-never-looked-so-good smile again. “Didn’t I just say exactly that? Oh, Lord, lady,” he said on a chuckle. “For a bright woman, you are sure slow on the uptake about some things, aren’t you?”
    Apparently so. Well, yes, there’d been that hmmm thing back at the restaurant, but she didn’t think that was anything personal. So now she stared at her coffee for a good three or four seconds, luxuriating in the idea of being

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