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“Well, that’s no way to greet your knight in shining armor.”

I whirl around.

Grayson Blackwood stands in the back doorway wearing a black rain jacket, soaked jeans, and motorcycle boots. Water drips from his dark hair onto the floor.

Behind him sits an enormous portable generator.

I stare.

“Are you stalking me?”

“Apparently.”

“Should I be concerned?”

“Probably.”

He grabs the generator’s handle and rolls it toward the loading door.

“What are you doing?”

“Saving your ass.”

“My ass is fine.”

His gaze drops.

“Yeah. Noticed.”

Heat rushes into my cheeks.

“Grayson.”

“Autumn.”

“Stop looking at my ass.”

“Then stop putting it in front of me.”

I glance down at my jeans.

They’re perfectly normal jeans.

Granted, they’re tight.

But that’s hardly a crime.

He gives me a wicked little smirk before disappearing outside to set up the generator.

Ten minutes later, the refrigerators hum back to life.

I could kiss him.

Which is unfortunate, considering I’ve been thinking about doing exactly that since he fixed my oven yesterday.

Grayson returns, wiping rain from his face.

“You’re good. Generator should keep the refrigeration running until the power comes back.”