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“Makes sense. I’ll do that.”

“All right. I’ll let you get back to work.” Nevada turned to head down the aisle and then glanced over his shoulder. “Courtney said to come to dinner one night.”

“I’d love it. Can I bring someone?”

“Of course. JoJo knows where we live.” Nevada grinned, then walked out.

Brett smirked. He supposed JoJo and Courtney were friends since they worked together. He’d like to go to dinner at their place. It never hurt to have friends.

Tomorrow was Saturday, and he was looking forward to seeing JoJo again. He couldn’t get her out of his mind. He didn’t want another broken heart, but she was worth a chance.

Later, he strode from the barn, removed his hat, slapped it against his thigh, and dust and straw flew off his jeans. He jogged up the steps, wiped his feet on the mat, and entered the house. The cool air from the air conditioning made him sigh.

After hanging up his hat, he entered the laundry room, stripped off his clothes, then padded barefoot to the master bath.

He was sweaty, dusty, and dirty and needed a shower. He strolled into the bathroom, entered the shower stall, and turned on the water. Once warm enough, he stepped in and closed the glass door. He stuck his head under the shower spray and watched the day’s grime wash down the drain. Then he washed his hair and himself.

After drying off, he entered the bedroom, pulled a T-shirt from the drawer, and yanked it on. Then he found a pair of sweatpants and tugged them on. He chuckled, remembering JoJo seeing his bare ass.

Hell, he had never been ashamed of his body. He worked hard to stay in shape. He wouldn’t be able to sit at the drawing table if he didn’t.

Brett headed to the kitchen. He was starving. It was too bad he wasn’t seeing JoJo this evening, but he understood since she worked the next day. Going out the night before you had to get up in the morning was rough.

Sitting at the bar, eating a microwave meal, he thought about Sunday. He hoped JoJo would share it with him again, whether she left or spent the night.

He wanted her, but he’d let her set the pace. He never pressured a woman to have sex. If she didn’t want to, it wouldn’t be the first time he tried to sleep with a hard-on. He picked up his cellphone, scrolled through his contacts, and pushedSendwhen he found her.

“Hello, Brett,” she said when she answered.

“Hello, JoJo. How was your day?”

“Busy. How was yours?”

“Same. Are we still on for tomorrow night?”

“Of course. I’ll be ready at six-thirty.”

“All right. Uh, will you come over Sunday to swim again?”

“I’d love to. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow evening.”

“You won’t melt, will you?”

Her laughter made him grin.

“I might.”

Brett chuckled. “I’ll see you tomorrow night, darlin’.”

“Yep. Goodnight, Brett.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.” He hitEndand then placed the phone on the counter with a smile.

****

Saturday morning, JoJo entered the bakery at seven, waved at Courtney and Sloane, then went to Sloane’s office to put her purse in the safe. She returned to the kitchen to put her apron on.

“Are you ready for tonight?” Courtney asked her.