Obviously she had to figure out a way to get over him. Because as much as she wanted to tell herself her attraction was all about the pretty outside of the man, she knew it was way more than his smile or his shoulders. It was him. The inside him—his generosity, his kindness, his sense of humor, his talent. The man had flown her to Seattle because she was feeling down. He’d bought guitars for her kids. He showed up at nearly every knitting afternoon and entertained everyone. How was she supposed to resist that?

Only she had to. Because if she didn’t watch herself, she was going to get her heart broken when he left, and leave he would. He’d told her and she believed him.

“I need a distraction,” she said out loud, closing her laptop and coming to her feet. As there was always something she could be doing at the B and B, she grabbed her coat and headed for the stairs. She could go over the monthly billing and check out linen inventory. That would take her mind off the man she couldn’t have.

She hurried the short distance from the carriage house to the main building. The temperature was close to zero, but there was still no snow in the forecast. What was up with that?

She went inside and hurried to the fireplace to warm herself. Once she could feel her fingers again, she walked over to the reception desk and smiled at Winona.

“How’s it going?”

The B and B manager gave her an odd look. “So, this thing happened.”

“What does that mean?”

Winona gave her a pained smile. “A guest came down and said the bathroom sink was leaking. Micah was standing right here. Before I could pick up the phone to call the plumber, he said he would take care of it. I must have lost my head, because I showed him where we kept the tools, and he’s up there right now.”

Dena had trouble taking in the words. “You let a guest repair the plumbing of another guest?”

“I know. When you say it like that, I’m mortified. It’s just, I guess I don’t think of him as a guest so much as your friend and, well, I screwed up. I’m sorry.”

“What room?”

“Eight.”

Dena took the stairs to the second floor and made her way to the far end of the hall. The door was partially open, so she let herself in, calling out as she entered.

“Knock, knock. It’s Dena.”

“In the bathroom.”

She followed the sound of Micah’s voice and found him kneeling on the tile floor, reaching into the cabinet. Seconds later, he straightened and smiled at her.

“Here to check on my work?”

That smile. Why did it get even more dazzling with time? Shouldn’t she be a little more immune?