Kaitlyn pulled a bottle of water from the fridge, uncapped it, and leaned against the counter to take a long swallow. With the bottle half empty, she dribbled a little onto her palm and splashed it onto her heated cheeks. She wondered for a moment if she should pour the rest over her entire body, which seemed to be carrying the temperature of a well-stoked furnace.Holy mother!The last thing she ever expected to see when she took her trash out this morning was to see Mr. Sex on a Stick jogging down the sidewalk and pausing to catch his breath in front of her cottage. He certainly was a mouthwatering bit of masculinity. Broad shoulders framed a lean muscled body with narrow hips and long legs. Every muscle was toned and well-defined. Shaggy dark brown hair framed a face with a square jaw, high cheekbones, and dark-chocolate eyes that looked out at the world from beneath lush, thick lashes. And damn! Right at one corner of his mouth, a dimple that winked when he smiled. He was most de

I'm crazy. That's what it is. Certifiable.Kaitlyn had debated with herself all day after Ryan's invitation to join him on his run. Who was this guy? She knew nothing about him. Not only that, he hadn't had one visitor since he'd arrived. Of course, neither had she so what did that say about her? Still, she'd had second, third, and fourth thoughts about this.She'd almost gone next door to tell him she'd changed her mind, except she didn't want to. And that was even crazier. She was out of work, with very slim job prospects. She'd sent her resume out to a few places she'd found on the website but either jobs got filled super fast or Renzulli the rat had a wider sphere of influence than she thought. Nobody was interested in her credentials, her resume, or even talking to her.What does an out of work reporter do when she can't get a job, anyway?Go running with the very hot guy next door, apparently. A man she had to admit she lusted after. Damn! So now, the next morning, she took a

Kaitlyn turned away from him to test the steaks on the grill. The aroma of the sizzling meat made his mouth water. Okay, good. Something to take his mind off his neighbor and sex, two things that should not go together."We'll be ready to eat in a few," she told him. "Make yourself comfortable."He lowered himself into one of the lounge chairs on the porch, enjoying the scenery. Two ancient trees provided a large canopy over the small patch of yard below, a yard edged with typical Florida shrubbery. The late day sun peeked through the branches casting a golden glow over everything. Including his very sexy hostess.Ryan took a long swallow of beer, hoping the icy liquid would cool his body to a manageable temperature. Otherwise this was going to be a very uncomfortable night for him."So how did you end up here in Ft. Myers on this street?" she asked as she flipped the steaks again. "Are you from around here?""Not really."She laughed, that wonderful musical sound. "Not really? T

Kaitlyn pulled her hair into a ponytail and examined her face in the mirror. She had the feeling she should look different. When she and Ryan took a trip to the grocery store she'd been sure everyone looking at her knew what she'd been doing for the past four nights. Didn't stupendous sex somehow change your features?And stupendous didn't even come close to describing what was happening between them. At a time when she needed something to lift her from her depression, the fates had sent this gorgeous, sexy, funny man to do exactly that. When yet another turndown showed up in her in-box, she could console herself with Ryan and forget the world was currently shafting her.They never discussed what would happen when their little idyll in Ft. Myers Beach came to an end. To tell the truth, she had no idea what she wanted to happen. They didn't even know each other's last names, for heaven's sake. Or where they lived, where their everyday lives were. She had the feeling Ryan was hiding fr

He decided to turn the oven completely off, just in case. Scrounging in the freezer he found some bags of frozen vegetables—and who the hell had Walt told to stock this place who would think of that? Hurrying back to the living room, he gently molded the sack of vegetables around her ankle."Ow." She sucked in a breath."I know it hurts, honey. We're gonna get it taken care of."He pulled out his phone then realized he had no idea where to find anything in this town. But everything was out there on the World Wide Web so he punched in what he was looking for."Okay," he told her, "we're in luck. There's an urgent care center right down the road on Estero Boulevard that's open until ten. Let's go."Kaitlyn shook her head. "I'll be fine. If I stay off it for a few minutes, and ice it, I'll be okay."Ryan ground his teeth. "Trust me on this. You need an x-ray to be sure it's not broken—""But you said it wasn't," she interrupted.He blew out a breath of exasperation. "I'm not a doc