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After replacing the tools in the cab of the truck, she spun around without looking and stepped in the direction of the house.

"Sorry!" Jill slapped her hands to Harry's chest to avoid falling forward. 

Harry had been close behind, practically on top of her. He placed his hands on her hips in a stabilizing manner and took two stumbling paces in reverse.

Louis slid into the space at Jillian's back, closing the truck's door. Like a deer in the headlights, she goggled at Harry's emerald eyes, until she sensed the heat of Louis' body pressing against her back.

"Shall we?" Lou took her left hand from Harry's chest and tugged her along, maintaining his grip as her brain struggled to decide if she was reading their signals correctly. Suddenly, it seemed entirely possible she had lost a few brain cells along with the hubcap when she went skidding through that roundabout. Still, she was beginning to think Harry and Louis needed to have an old fashioned chat about which one of them would be backing off.

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