there, a boxed air conditioner at his feet.
“Everything okay in there?” he asked, peering past.
“Fine. I just upset the lamp on my way to the door,” she said, her pulse calming somewhat as she looked back down at the AC unit.
“Here’s the air conditioner. I can get it installed in just a few minutes. Where do you want it?”
Joanna watched appreciatively as he bent to pick up the appliance, which wasn’t small. She enjoyed watching the strong play of muscles in his shoulders and back as he did so.
Swallowing hard, she hoped her warm cheeks didn’t give her away as he met her eyes again.
“So, where do you want it?”
“I’m fine, actually. The place is great with all the windows open.”
He shook his head doubtfully. “Supposed to get up over one hundred again tomorrow.”
“You didn’t need to go to so much trouble.”
She was screwing this up, she knew, and chastised herself for arguing with him. Any form of connection she could forge with Callahan would help her do her job, so why was she rebuffing him? Something about him just made her … itchy.
“Okay, if you say so,” he said, shrugging muscular shoulders as if the air conditioner didn’t weigh a thing.
He turned away, and she closed her eyes, blowing out a breath and sucking up her natural self-reliance. Joanna Wyatt, the U.S. Marshal, didn’t need a guy to take care of her or worry about her, but Joanna Wallace, the waitress without a penny to her name, would not refuse this kindness. And it was hot in the apartment, even with the windows open.
“Wait,” she said, stepping out onto the small, square landing in front of the door and putting a hand on his back to stop his progress.
They both stilled, and she paused a moment before taking her hand away. He turned, his eyes seeming a little darker, a little hotter.
“Yes?”
“Listen, thanks. It would probably make nights more comfortable. I just didn’t want you doing me any special favors.”
“It’s just an air-conditioner.”
She nodded. Callahan was a stand-up guy. A nice guy.
She was being ridiculous. This was about her and her hormones, not about him.
“Uh, this is getting heavy,” he said, interrupting her train of thought. “I thought the bedroom might be the best idea?”
Her heart rate skyrocketed. “What?”
“It will keep it cool at night. For sleeping,” he said, not seeming to notice her reaction.
“Oh, right, that makes sense,” she agreed, stepping back into the apartment and holding the door open for him.
“Bedroom it is,” he said, and walked past her and then back to the bedroom.
Holding her breath and praying he would leave before she gave in to her baser instincts, she followed him into the small bedroom, ignoring every warning bell that was ringing in her head.
Joanna turned out of the room and went back to the kitchen, pacing, as she listened to Callahan in her bedroom wrestling the air conditioner into the small window. When she heard profuse cursing, she gave in and went to see if she could help. Surely she was not so pathetic as not to be able to stand in a room with the man, was she?
“Everything okay?” she asked from the doorway. “Do you need help?” Was that her voice sounding a pitch higher and slightly breathless?
“As much as it dents my masculine ego to admit it, I could use a hand with this window,” he said with a short laugh. “The sash cord seems to be broken, and I nearly got my hand caught in there on the last try,” he said. He was squatting on the floor in the small space between the bed and the window, wearing a chagrined smile.
She nodded, crawling over the bed, the only way to get to the other side of the air conditioner without crawling over him.
She wasn’t trying to be enticing, but as she crawled on all fours over the fresh linens that Lisa had brought up, she saw a muscle tick in his jaw as he watched her.
It made her want to lick the spot.
He might let her, too. She’d been around enough men to sense that particular sort of tension in their bodies, that look that said they wanted to get naked as soon as possible.
She was here in a small, overly warm bedroom with a sexy hunk of a guy who she was pretty sure could make her sleep well tonight. Or not sleep at all.
A noise from below, the strong strum of a guitar chord made her jump, and she looked up, seeing him smile.
“Forgot the band was warming up.”
“They any good?” she asked, making small talk as she swung her legs over and squatted down on the opposite side of the AC unit, pinched between the wall and the bed’s frame.
“They’re good. One of the more popular bands around here. Helps the draw on Thursdays,” he said, and her hand brushed his forearm as they wrangled the unit into position.
The idea of being wrapped in Callahan’s powerful arms, keeping her warm all night long, flooded her mind. She had sexual fantasies about guys—who didn’t? But she never thought about them holding her through the night as she slept. She’d never been one for romance novels or lovey-dovey fantasizing. Still, tripping over her thirtieth year a few months before, and thinking about that bullet drifting an inch in the other direction made her wonder about what she might have been missing in her life. Spending time with her brother and Lacey had only driven that home for her, but at the end of the day, Joanna was the job. She loved it, and she didn’t know anything else. She certainly wouldn’t give it all up for a man.
Ben seemed absolutely clueless about her inner conflict as he managed to line up the unit with the window frame once more.
“If you can hold the window up while I get this positioned, that would be great,” he directed, distracting her yet again with how the T-shirt he wore clung to his skin in the hot room.
“Sure,” she said casually and pushed the window up, holding it higher than necessary so that he had room to maneuver.
Within a few minutes, he had the air conditioner fitted tightly into the window, and it was ready to go. As Joanna let the window down, he leaned over to plug it in, and then set it so that cool air immediately started pulsing out of the appliance.
It felt great, Joanna had to admit, and pushed her hair back from where it clung to her cheek. When she looked down, she caught him staring up from the floor, his attention clearly caught by the way her nipples were at full attention from the cold air blasting on her.
He turned away, fussing with something.
“It’s a small room. Probably can set this on low,” he said, more to himself than to her, and Joanna murmured something just as unintelligible.
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