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horse or end the
current conversation. "I don ’ t see how you do it."
    "Do what?" As far as Ed was
concerned, Grant talked too much. If he wasn ’ t the boss, he ’ d probably tell him so. Hell, he
might anyway.
    "I don ’ t know how you can keep your hands
off her."
    For the past six months, Ed had been
fighting that very urge. "Grant, you talk too much." His hands
ached to get hold of Kendall and touch her in ways that had nothing
to do with brotherly love.
    Grant laughed out loud, then continued to
rub it in.
    Much to
Ed ‘ s
agony.
    "With that body and those boobs, the
temptation would kill me."
    "Resist, or I might just
have to kill you. And I ’ d hate to lose my job because I killed the boss." Ed tossed
the saddle onto a nearby saddle rack and grabbed a brush from the
shelf, eager to get the task done and get home.
    When Grant made no move to
remove his horse ’ s
saddle, it was all Ed could do not to throw the brush at the man.
With quick, calming strokes, Ed curried his gelding, refusing to
respond to any other conversation from Grant.
    "Okay, okay, I get the
hint." Grant finally turned toward his saddle and removed the strap
around the horse ’ s
belly. "I ’ m just
saying you ’ re a
better man than I am."
    Ed snorted. As he ran the
brush over the horse ’ s hindquarters, his cell phone vibrated his back pocket. He
pulled it out and clicked the talk button. "Yeah."
    "Ed?"
    Every red blood cell leaped
to attention at the sound of Kendall ’ s voice. Then they all sped south to
pool in his groin. Grant had it right. Keeping his hands off
Kendall was only half his problem. Keeping his mind off her had
become an impossibility.
    "What do you need Kendall?"
    "When are you coming home? I have a project
I need your help on."
    "I ’ m not much good with school projects.
Get one of your classmates to help you out."
    "I would, but
I ’ d rather you help
me on this one. It ’ s special and you ’ re my best choice," her breath whooshed out slowly before she
continued, "the only man I trust."
    Ed sucked in a deep breath,
his imagination running rampant over the close quarters
they ’ d be working
in. He couldn ’ t do
it. No way. Just tell
her . "I ’ ll be home in fifteen
minutes."