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to be—had been made so complex. Maybe the furnace didn’t work because she’d been messing with the various buttons and screwed something up...

      She perched on the arm of the leather sofa in the living room. “Solar must be a thriving business, what with everyone talking about carbon footprint.”

      “As time goes by and the price of solar modules comes down, more and more people are making the switch.”

      “Then you’re poised for growth.”

      “Thanks to various government incentives, it’s been a good field—and it’s getting better.”

      If she couldn’t create the kind of album she needed, maybe she could learn enough to open a solar plant. Except she’d be miserable. All she’d ever wanted to do was sing.

      She picked up her guitar and ran through a few chords. She used it so much and had used it for so long that it almost felt like a part of her. It was comforting just to have it in her hands. “Does this house have solar? Is that why we have no heat? Because there’s been no sun?”

      He chuckled.

      “What?” she said.

      “Nothing. I had to explain to someone else that— Never mind. Anyway, yes, this place has solar, but it also has a gas furnace. The solar system delivers the electricity. So the air-conditioning, most of the appliances, the sprinkler system and the lights all run off the solar. I could’ve installed a special heating unit, too. But it didn’t seem cost-effective for a rental.”

      “Tenants usually pay their own utilities.”

      “That’s a consideration for some landlords, yes.” He frowned as he turned to her. “There’s nothing wrong with this thermostat—not that I can tell. I’ll check the unit itself.”

      After reclaiming his tools, he went out back while she set her guitar aside and stood at the kitchen window, watching his flashlight bob as he walked. He looked good in those jeans, she thought—then stopped herself. She had no business admiring his backside.

      He returned about fifteen minutes later but said he couldn’t find anything wrong with the unit itself, either. He suggested it might not be getting power and tried throwing the circuit breaker.

      When that didn’t work, he came back in and, muttering something she couldn’t hear, tried the thermostat again. Only then did he reluctantly admit that he couldn’t fix it. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m not an HVAC guy, but I can get one out here first thing in the morning. The bad news is that this place won’t get any warmer tonight. So I’ll pay for you to stay at one of the two bed-and-breakfasts in town. They’re both comfortable, and you can have breakfast in bed, which is more than you’ll get if you stay here.”

      He was trying to make it as appealing as possible. She was tempted to accept his solution, especially when he gave her a crooked grin that revealed how uncomfortable he felt at having to ask. But she wasn’t interested in staying anywhere else. “I can’t go into town,” she said. “I’d rather not be seen, don’t want to deal with...all that celebrity stuff. I told you before, I’m here to lie low.”

      His eyes widened slightly. “I wish I had a better solution, but I don’t. You can’t stay here. It’s too cold, and it’s going to get colder. Maybe you haven’t heard, but we have a huge storm moving in. It’s already snowing.”

      Once again, she tightened the belt on her sweater. “I’ve noticed.”

      “So, please, will you allow me to put you up somewhere? One of the B and Bs in town? Little Mary’s belongs to a good friend of mine. I’ll call her. If she hasn’t left for the day, she’ll let you in the back way.”

      Lourdes really didn’t want to deal with any strangers. She felt bruised and battered by all the setbacks she’d experienced in the past few months. She just wanted to hide out. That was why she’d come here to begin with. She could’ve gone to a motel or a B and B anywhere.

      “I’d rather not.”

      He seemed at a complete loss. “So...what are you going to do?”

      “I’ll be fine here. I’ll...wear my coat and pile on the blankets, get through the night somehow.”

      “Are you serious?” he said.

      “Yes. I’m serious. I’ll survive.”

      A scowl descended. “There’s a real possibility you won’t. In any case, I can’t take that risk. I’d be too worried. And think of all the people who’d be devastated if something happened to you.”

      She wondered if that would include Derrick, or if he’d be, on some level at least, relieved that he could pursue Crystal without having to worry about her anymore.

      Then she felt guilty for even thinking that. Derrick would never cheat. He said he loved her. They’d been talking about getting married.

      But that was before Crystal had come into his life six months ago. Since then, he’d been saying things like, “There’s no need to rush into anything.”

      Was that merely a coincidence?

      “Would you rather stay closer to where you grew up?” Kyle asked. “I could try to find someplace in Angel’s Camp.”

      That definitely wasn’t a solution. Although she longed for the place where she’d been raised, she needed anonymity more. “Absolutely not.”

      “You have to go somewhere,” he said.

      She shook her head. “No, I don’t.”

      His scowl darkened. “Yes, you do!”

      They stared at each other in a silent contest of wills, until he sighed and jabbed a hand through his hair. “Come on, Ms. Bennett. Help me out. I’m just trying to keep you safe and warm.”

      “Fine, Mr. Houseman.” It felt odd to be addressing a contemporary so formally. But he’d set the precedent. “If that’s what you want, I’ll go home with you.”

      His mouth fell open. “What’d you say?”

      “You told me you live close by. We’ll just...go over to your place until morning. As long as your wife won’t mind letting me sleep on the couch—”

      “I don’t have a wife,” he said.

      “That makes it even simpler.”

      “But...you don’t know me.”

      “I hardly think my staying under your roof will provide you with any new opportunities.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “We’re alone right now, aren’t we? Besides, I’m sure you have a key to this place other than the one you gave me, so you could come back at any time.”

      “I have a key,” he admitted. “But only in case you lose yours or get locked out or something. I’m not going to hurt you.”

      The appalled look on his face lent those words plenty of credibility. “My point exactly. I’ll grab my bag.”

      He spoke before she could leave the room. “Staying with me—that’s the solution you’ll accept?”

      “If it means I don’t have to see or speak to anyone else, yes.”

      “I live alone. I don’t even have a dog because I work so much.”

      “See? This will be perfect—well, as perfect as we’re going to get under the circumstances. We don’t have far to go, and your refrigerator’s probably stocked.”

      “You’re hungry?”

      “I am. And as far as I’m concerned, you owe me dinner for this. So your place sounds like the best solution all around.”

      “Okay,” he said, but he looked

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