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I laughed. “It’s almost comically small.”

“Cut me a break. I didn’t see it before I signed the lease.”

“That wasn’t a smart move.”

“Nope,” he agreed. “Anyway, Jensen thought I was overreacting to the whole divorce and moving away. That I didn’t need to live in a tree house to get that far away from my normal lifestyle.”

“He’s not wrong,” I said softly.

“He’s not. But I’m not living in a tree house either.”

I shook my head and set my Coke down on the coffee table. “So, why weren’t you at work today?”

“Ugh! You want to talk about work?” he asked. He scooted closer to me, and my heart raced for a whole other reason. “When I finally have you here?”

“Finally?” I muttered, arching an eyebrow. “I’ve never been invited to your tree house before.”

“I didn’t know that all I needed to do was send you an invite to get you over here.”

His hand slipped across the space between us and took my hand in his. Our fingers twined together. My stomach knotted at the touch, and I shivered as he ran his thumb up and down my hand. My eyes snagged on his and the intensity in them. I knew I should stop, but I didn’t pull away. I hovered on the brink of surrender.

“I’m not sure just any invite would have worked,” I murmured.

He drew even closer until his hip was pressed into my side and his shoulder was tight against mine. His lips were only inches from me. The reminder of our one shared kiss hit me over the head with want.

“How about this one?” He eased his other hand up into my hair and brought my face toward him.

Our lips melded together with a heat that suffused the entire room. There was this moment alone. And I could feel this ache that had settled in the pit of my stomach, unrelenting for weeks. This might be wrong, but it felt so right.

I wasn’t breathing as I met his kiss, heated and needy. I had wanted this for so long, and now that it was right in front of me, all in front of me, I couldn’t get enough. There was no way this could ever be enough.

And, as I dragged him closer to me and opened my mouth to his kisses, I tried to push away that nagging feeling. I tried to ignore that voice in the back of my head, saying that he was my boss and I was going to get fired for this.

I shoved him backward with force I hadn’t known I was capable of and stumbled to my feet. “Oh, fuck,” I muttered unintelligibly. “Fuck, shit, fuck.”

“Heidi, what’s wrong?” he asked, jumping to his feet, too.

I stepped back from him and shook my head. I held my hand out. “Stay. Stay right there.”

His eyes ignited in frustration. “Why?”

“Because this only ends one way, Landon.”

“Hopefully, with you in my fucking bed, Heidi.”

“That is not going to happen!”

“And why the fuck not?” he asked.

“If the only reason I’m here right now is because you want to fuck me, then I’m going to leave,” I snapped back at him.

I skirted the couch as I headed for the door, but Landon jumped in front of me, blocking my path.

“No fucking way are you leaving right now.”

“Watch me!”

Landon slammed his hand out. “You’re not leaving.”

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