They’d made the right call. He knew that, but it didn’t make it easier to be around her every day. Today she’d walked in with still-damp hair, obviously fresh from the shower, which, of course had reminded him of the other morning. Kincaid had walked into the kitchen after her shower that day to make him pancakes. There had been a high, bright flush on her cheeks that he’d known wasn’t from the hot water. She’d done exactly the same thing he had in the shower after their tussle on the bed.

Now every time he thought of that moment, his vivid imagination went into overdrive—images of Kincaid naked under the shower spray, soaped up, her hands touching where he craved to touch. Had she done the same thing this morning? Had she pretended her hands were his? Had she imagined the things he’d do to her? Because, man, he wanted to do some things to her. Ugh. All of it was too much to process, and if he didn’t reel it in, he was going to get hard again.

And out-of-control erections were not cool. He was a grown-ass man. He thought he’d gotten past that embarrassing phase during puberty, but being around Kincaid was turning out to be a hazard. He picked up a medical dictionary from the shelf and opened it to a random page. Photos of frostbite. Yep, that’ll do it. He stared at the disgusting picture until his body cooled off. Maybe he should just carry around gross medical books as a precaution while he was working here.

Kincaid’s cell phone rang from two aisles over, startling him and making him slam the dictionary shut with a snap, dust dancing in the air at the sudden movement. Ash set the book down and pulled his phone from his pocket to lower the music he’d rigged to play throughout the store with a new Bluetooth system he’d installed.

“Hello?” Kincaid answered.

Ash tucked his phone into his pocket and picked up a rag to wipe down the shelf he’d just cleared.

“Wait. What now?” Her voice had sharpened. “What do you mean goats?”

That caught Ash’s full attention, and he stepped out of the aisle he was working on and headed her way. He found her with her hand braced on a shelf and a vaguely horrified expression on her face. Her gaze flicked up, catching Ash’s briefly.

“Ferris, how was this not in the notes? Are you sure?” She pinched the bridge of her nose as Ferris apparently responded, and then she closed her eyes. “Yeah, all right. I guess I’ll head over and take care of it. Not that I know how to take care of it. My goat experience is limited to enjoying their cheese. Are they okay?”

Ash crossed his arms, openly eavesdropping, his writer mind already filling in all kinds of possible pictures of what could be going on.

“Yeah, well, that’s good at least.” She gave Ash a look that said Can you believe this guy? “And what? Ferris, do you not know me at all? Of course I’ll send you pictures. But if I didn’t love you, I’d hate you right now.” She ended the call, tucked her phone in her back pocket, and gave Ash an exasperated look. “I’ve got to go.”