Cindy Dees - Navy Seal's Deadly Secret

They unboarded the window openings and installed the remaining windows, working mostly in silence. With each one, her furnace caught up a bit more in its efforts to heat the house. Natural light streamed in for the first time since she’d lived here, and the cave-like gloom retreated. Her spirits lifted along with the temperature.

This house might turn into a livable home, yet. “Thank you so much for your help, Brett. You made that go a ton faster. I owe you huge. Let me pay you.”

He pulled back sharply, looking offended. “Since when don’t neighbors help each other out?”

Ah, yes. The credo of small towns. Spy on thy neighbor, gossip about thy neighbor, but help thy neighbor when they need it. “At least let me take you out to dinner or something.”

Brett stared at her doubtfully.

“Say yes,” she urged him. “Otherwise, I’ll feel guilty for taking advantage of you.”

His frown deepened. Rats. He was going to say no, and she really was going to feel bad about letting him work all morning on her house. “Fine,” he bit out.

Oh, God. Now she was the one with suddenly cold feet. Frostbit. Heck, frozen solid.

A date with Brett Morgan? Cripes. What on earth had she just done?

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