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Holly opened the door and her welcoming smile froze on her face at the sight of Cash standing there. Not one of the younger Hills, like Autry or Jennings, whom she’d sort of expected. Dang, he looked yummy in jeans and a black button-down shirt casually rolled up at the sleeves, showing his tanned, muscled forearms. Heat rushed through her and pooled low in direct response to the visual impact he had on her.
She blinked at him for a second before she realized he seemed equally stunned. His gaze traveled down her in a lazy perusal before returning to her face. Holly would swear to a judge in court she’d seen desire burning in his eyes before he blanked his expression and gave her a polite smile. Holly ruthlessly tamped down her own response to him. She wasn’t a teenager anymore, dammit. What was wrong with her?
“Hi, Holly,” he said casually. “You look great. You’ll have to beat all the men off with sticks tonight.”
She didn’t miss the subtle hint he wouldn’t be one of them.
Hurt prickled. She was getting a little sick of his attitude. Not that she could call him on being rude—he’d been polite, but distant. Why had he bothered to be the one to pick her up?
“Hi, Cash. Thanks for the ride.”
She stepped outside into the warmth of the night and turned around to lock the door. Unfortunately, her old house chose that moment for the door to stick. She gritted her teeth and jerked on it a couple of times to no avail.
“Sweet baby in a manger, budge,” she muttered at the stubborn door.
Suddenly, Cash reached forward. “Here. Let me.”
She stayed perfectly still as he leaned around her and forced the door to close, his warm, solid chest pressed up against her back. She’d worn a dress with red and white stripes, a halter top and wide skirt with pockets. It offered little protection for her now, although Holly suspected she could be wearing a thick fur coat and she’d still feel every inch of where he touched her. It only took him seconds to jimmy the darn door, but it felt like longer.
Finally, Cash stepped back and let her finish locking it.
“Thanks,” she mumbled.
Holly turned and flashed a perky smile. “Ready is another one of those relative terms. Like going.”
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