Who acted like him? She’d never met anyone like him in her life and she’d been around nothing but men. No one looked at her like that, or spoke in that voice. They weren’t kind. Or caring. They always had an agenda. If they were nice to her, it was to curry favor with their boss. If they weren’t, it was because they were afraid if they were nice, their boss wouldn’t like it much.

She attempted a weak smile. He had to think she was a basket case. The thing was, she was only a crazy person around him. The rest of the time, her rules were in place and she led a happy, disciplined life.

“Tell me you’re all right. If you’re not, we’ll talk about this. And you clearly don’t make sense when you wake up.”

The affection in his voice would have been her undoing, but he’d managed to annoy her again. “I make perfect sense. And I don’t wake up grumpy.”

He grinned at her. “I’ve got tools in the truck. I’ll get them. You can sit around, drink your coffee and admire the fact that I really do make perfect sense when I wake up. And I’m not grumpy.”

She glared at him. “Do you remember what I said about kicking you in the thigh and rolling you right out of here? The idea is looking better and better.”

“One little problem, Cat,” he said, and leaned into her.

He smelled as good as ever. Like outdoor, rain forest, jungle after the first rain. She inhaled because she had to, she’d run out of air. She drew his scent deep into her lungs. He surrounded her with heat. Up close he looked even more handsome than she’d first thought. He had a five-o’clock shadow, dark scruff she couldn’t help but find sexy. His dark hair was in contrast with his strange but beautiful eyes. He had three scars, one by his left eye, one higher up by his temple and a longer one along his jaw. Even those scars didn’t detract from his good looks and instead only added to them.

She refused to back away. “What would that be?”

“My hands aren’t full,” he said, and threaded his fingers through her hair, a soft glide that ran all the way from the top of her head to the ends at her waist before his fingers fell away. “The coffee I can get rid of in seconds and then you’d be in trouble.”

Her stomach did a roller coaster loop just as a million birds took wing, fluttering against her insides when his fingers moved through her hair. He had done it almost absently and he didn’t call attention to doing it, but it felt sexy and sweet at the same time.