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admiring her muscular legs and obvious curves in those tight jeans and white tank. Her hair was blowing around her face, drawing his attention up.
    “Fixing your damn roof. What does it look like?”
    “Get your stupid, Navy ass down here before you give me more problems than I already have!”
    Beau ran a hand through his hair, yelling back that he’d be down in a minute. He gathered his tools, muttering to himself that he really needed to find a better distraction than this. It simply wasn’t working, especially when she came stomping outside looking like that to scold him. She was too sexy for him, almost reminding him of other women he’d worked with in the service—strong, stubborn, and excellent in bed.
    As he reached the back patio where Naomi had been standing, he heard her call from the kitchen to come on in.
    “Is there a reason you’re going all G.I. Joe on me, or did you just feel the need to have a macho moment?” she asked, leaning on the counter and drinking a glass of iced tea.
    Beau shrugged, setting his tools down by the door.
    “You might want to pick those back up. I have something to show you.” Naomi limped up the stairs with Beau behind her, trying desperately to keep his eyes on the back of her head and no lower.
    They walked to the room where the ceiling fell in, and Naomi pointed to a ten-foot step ladder underneath the hole and a small crawlspace that allowed easier access to the roof tiles than his way of scaling the house.
    “I had Shane get it for you when you said you were going to work on it. Thought this way might be a bit easier and wouldn’t give me a bloody heart attack. I’ll see you for a late lunch?” She didn’t wait for an answer, just left Beau rubbing his neck in annoyance at the situation. When he was getting ready to climb up, she poked her head back in the room and said, “Oh, and two friends of mine will be stopping by soon. They’ve already been cleared with your boss and what not, so no need to worry.”
    “What? How did you get them cleared?”
    “I have my ways.” Beau opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. “It’s just two people, Beau. It’ll be fine.”
    “There are people trying to kill you, remember? What if these two lead them straight here?” Damn the woman. She’s trying to drive me insane.
    “I told you, it’s already taken care of—well, except that hole you’re supposed to be fixing.” She strode out of the room, calling back, “I don’t hear any hammering!”
    Beau set his tools down and, grumbling, marched to her room to confront her about going behind his back like this, but when he got to the doorway, his mouth clamped shut. Naomi was humming softly, those damn hips of hers swaying as she sorted through files of some sort.
    “Can I help you with something?” she asked him without looking up. “Do you need a hammer, or are you just going to use your fist? You can borrow mine if yours doesn’t hit hard enough.” Her lips twitched for a second, but no smile followed.
    He folded his arms and leaned in the doorway thinking, I’m just enjoying the show, but said, “You used to dance, didn’t you?”
    Naomi stopped for just a second to stare at him, pushing her tongue behind her upper lip like she did when he annoyed her. “A bit.”
    “You were pretty good back then, weren’t you?”
    She nodded. “I was, ‘til I got this bum leg. Can’t do much with it anymore, you know.”
    Beau lifted an eyebrow and walked over to her. He took the papers from her and held out his hands to her, waiting patiently to see if she would accept his offer to dance.
    “What are you doing? I can’t dance, I told you.”
    What are you doing? Walk away, just walk away right now . But he didn’t. He waited to see if she would pull away as he settled his hand at her back and gently lifted her until her feet rested on his. His other hand took hers, steadying her.
    “Really?” She laughed as she glanced down at her feet on his. “I