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Lisa tried not to feast her eyes on the sight of Finn descending the ladder in faded work pants and a tool belt. A tool belt. That thing looked much too good on him. It wasn’t remotely fair. It wasn’t right that he should have extra color in his face from being out in the sun and that his hair was all rough and tumbled from the breeze up on the roof. And when he reached the ground, the smile he flashed her ought to come with an extra dose of oxygen. Because she couldn’t quite catch her breath afterwards.
That smile was so potent, it almost distracted her from how much he was limping as he came toward her. But not quite. Not that she planned on mentioning his limp, after she’d put her foot in it last time.
“We’re here to help out!” Brianna called from the safety of Rollo’s embrace. “We
