Amanda smiled. “Morning, Shamus. How are you this morning?”

He laughed. “Morning, Amanda. I’m good. How are you doing? Settling into your new home?”

She wrapped one arm around her waist and looked around, still unable to believe that this was all hers. “I’m a little overwhelmed, but I’m loving it.” She paused and added truthfully, “Well, most of it.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not sure.” She wrinkled her nose when she noticed a smudge of dirt on her hand. Great. She’d probably picked it up from the stair railing or the electrical box itself.

That probably meant she had dirt on her face too.

“Two of the outlets in the office don’t work. When I went to check out the problem, the bulb at the bottom of the stairs went out. That could just be a bulb, but I’m not counting on that. I need an electrician to come and check everything out. Can you give me the name of someone local to call?” As a contractor, Shamus knew everyone in the construction business. He’d know who was reliable and honest.

“I’m just on my way out the door, why don’t I swing by and take a look?”

“I don’t want to be a bother.”

Shamus snorted. “No bother.” He paused and Amanda could hear a female voice in the background. “Oh, and Cyndi says she’s expecting you for supper tonight.”

A feeling of well-being enveloped her. It didn’t matter that Shamus and Cyndi had been her friends for almost a year now, she was still taken aback by their innate kindness.

It was something she’d never take for granted. Kindness had been in short supply for most of her life. “I’ll be there.”

“See you in a few.” Shamus hung up and Amanda closed her cell phone, shoving it into the back pocket of her jeans.

She’d had some doubts about this move. About packing up her apartment, the only place she’d lived since she was eighteen, but the time had been right for a move. Besides which, she hadn’t had a choice. Seymour had owned the building and his will had stipulated that all his property be sold. She’d had three months to get her affairs in order and move. Even in death, he was still trying to direct her life.

She could smile about it now, but at the time she’d been devastated. She felt as if she’d been kicked out of the only home she’d ever known, the only place that had truly been hers. Then, a month later, an official letter had arrived in the mail, informing her that Seymour had made her the beneficiary of his entire estate. All the money from the sale of his property, his investments and his life insurance policy were all hers. Even after taxes, she was left with a hefty amount of money.

He’d also left her his entire stock of books.

But it was the letter he’d left her that had meant the most to her. A gruff man, not given to displays of emotion, he’d told her she was like a granddaughter to him. He’d encouraged her to spread her wings and fly. So she had. All the way to Jamesville.

And she didn’t regret her decision. She’d been back several times since her original trip here. Once on business and twice for pleasure. It was on her last trip that Cyndi had encouraged her to move here. With Seymour gone, she didn’t have any ties to her home in Vermont any more. It had been surprisingly easy to make the decision.

With the stock from Seymour’s store, Amanda knew she could make a fresh start and buy a house of her own. If it hadn’t been for the financial stake he’d given her, she’d be fretting about the repairs. Not that she could afford to be loose with her money, but she could easily afford to do whatever renovations needed to be done.

A bell chimed, making her jump. She glanced at her watch. She’d been woolgathering for fifteen minutes. That was probably Shamus.

Hurrying out of the kitchen and down the short hallway, she unlocked the door and pulled it open, a smile on her face. But it wasn’t Shamus on the other side. Her smile slowly faded. “What are you doing here?”


Jonah couldn’t stop staring at Amanda. Her hair was once again caught at her nape in a ponytail. She wasn’t wearing any makeup and there was a smudge of dirt on her nose and another on her cheek. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched daintily on her nose, giving her a studious appearance. She hadn’t been wearing them the first time he’d met her so he assumed she must wear contact lenses at least part of the time. She looked good enough to eat and he hadn’t had any breakfast yet. He’d left home the second he’d gotten Shamus’s phone call.

“Can I come in?” His voice was rough with arousal, but he was hoping she wouldn’t notice. Thankfully, he’d left his shirt untucked and the tails covered most of the front of his jeans, hiding the hard ridge there. His fingers tightened around the handle of his toolbox.

She was wearing a pair of faded jeans that fit her like a glove. The material lovingly caressed her curvy thighs and waist. Her green V-neck T-shirt was modest enough, but it hinted at the firm, rounded breasts beneath it.

Amanda frowned at him and glanced back toward the road. Her eyes widened when she saw the truck he’d driven over here. “Sutter’s Electrical?”

“Family business.” He stepped forward and she fell back a pace. He kept going until he was firmly inside. “Shamus called me.” Jonah used his booted foot to shove the door closed.

“Oh.” He could sense she was still suspicious of him. “That was fast.”

He barely suppressed a smile. She had no idea just how fast he could be given the right motivation. He estimated it would take him about fifteen seconds, maybe less, to strip her clothing off her and burying his face between her curvy thighs. “I was just on my way out the door when he called.”

“Oh.”

“You already said that.”

She scowled at him and waved her hand toward the kitchen. “The electrical panel is downstairs. I have no idea what the problem is, but two of the outlets in the front room don’t work.”

When he didn’t move, she turned on her heel and headed toward the kitchen. Jonah took the opportunity to admire her firm, tight ass. No doubt about it, he’d love to have her on her hands and knees in front of him as he fucked her from behind.

His cock jerked in agreement. Jonah reached down and adjusted himself, but it didn’t help. There was no relief to be found. He’d already done quite a bit of research on Ms.

Amanda Barrington and nothing in her past sent up a red flag. She seemed to be exactly what she presented herself as—a dealer of antiquarian and used books who’d moved to Jamesville for a fresh start.

Amanda had one hand on the handle of the basement door. It was more than obvious that she wasn’t comfortable with him. That had to change if he ever hoped to get her into bed with him. And he did.

“How about a cup of coffee?” He placed his toolbox on the floor.

She hesitated. “Okay. I guess that would be…okay.” She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and nibbled on it.

Jonah almost groaned. There was a natural sensuality about Amanda that he doubted she was even aware of. He glanced away from her and noted all the boxes. She hadn’t even begun to unpack yet.

“I think I can find another mug.” She opened a box and peered inside before she began to rummage.

Unable to resist, he moved up closer to her. As if she sensed him behind her, she jerked upright. “What are you doing?”

“This.” Reaching out, he stroked his thumb over her cheek, brushing at the dirt there.

“You have a smudge right here.”

“Oh.” A tinge of pink colored her face. He was fascinated by how easily she blushed.

Her pupils dilated as he ran his thumb over the bridge of her nose. “I must have gotten that when I was down in the basement earlier.”

“No problem.” Her skin was so soft beneath his calloused fingers. He wanted to run his hands over her entire body, learning her curves, searching out all her sensitive spots.

His gut clenched as he imagined how soft and inviting her pussy would be.

Her breathing was shallow, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She licked her lips and swayed slightly toward him. Her eyelids drifted shut, fanning her thick lashes against her cheekbones. That was all the permission he needed.

Cupping the back of her head with his hand, he held her steady as he lowered his mouth to hers. Her lips were as soft as the rest of her. Jonah ran his tongue over her bottom lip before moving on to the top. He caught the faintest taste of cherries and knew it had to be her lip balm.

Her hair was thick and he tangled his fingers in the mass, not wanting her to escape him. Not yet. He loved the color, with its tinges of cinnamon, red and mahogany. It was vital and alive, just like Amanda. He wanted to know if the hair between her thighs was the same color.

He urged her closer and she came. She made a small sound of pleasure as the soft mounds of her breasts pressed against his chest. One of her hands slid up his arm before stopping at his nape. Her touch made his skin tighten and his balls ache.

Deepening the kiss, he pressed his lips more firmly to hers and let his tongue slide over the seam. She parted for him and he slipped inside. Her mouth was warm and wet and oh-so-inviting. She tasted of coffee, of late nights and early mornings. She tasted like home. But he wasn’t a forever kind of guy.

Jolted, he pulled back. Yes, he wanted to bed her. And he would have her. But only as a temporary lover.

Her eyelids fluttered open and she stared at him with that innocent, green gaze. No woman could be this open and innocent. He dropped his hand and took a step back just as a knock came on the front door.

Grabbing the flashlight from the counter, he opened the basement door and plunged down into the darkness. He welcomed the chilly air against his skin. His cock throbbed, a potent reminder of just how fast Amanda aroused him. It was shocking really.