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I stop pressing the button so the water returns to the faucet. I slowly hand it to him.

He points it at me. “How do I make it spray again?”

“Don’t you dare spray me.” I try to say it with a straight face, but I can’t. He’s flirting with me, and I can’t help feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. I like it, even though I shouldn’t.

“If any water gets on you, it will be totally unintentional, I swear,” he says while the spray nozzle is still pointed at me.

I haven’t played the flirting game in quite some time, and I’m all here for it, even if I shouldn’t be. I push away the thought that Jera would kill me if she knew I was flirting with Dustin. It’s just some harmless fun, right?

CHAPTER6

Dustin stands there, pointing the sprayer at me. I try not to laugh.

“The first thing you need to do is point it at the sink.” I try to turn it towards the sink, but he squeezes the button and water streams out.

I squeal and grab the nozzle, water spraying everywhere. Squint plays along, dancing at our heels and barking. I grab the sprayer from Dustin and point it at him, but he’s already backed away.

“It was an accident,” he says, laughing.

“Yeah, right.” I spray him anyway, even though he’s half-way across the kitchen. It still reaches him, which makes me laugh even harder.

When I quit spraying, he bolts toward the sink and scoops up a large handful of bubbles. Before I can duck, he splats them on my head. Suds fly everywhere, sliding down my face and going down the back of my shirt.

I turn, letting the sprayer go back to the sink, and I grab some suds as well. Only I use both hands and grab twice as much as Dustin did.

“Hey, that’s not fair.”

“Didn’t anyone tell you life isn’t fair?” I toss the bubbles on him, but he’s taller than me and it ends up going in his face and down his shirt. He grabs my wrists and pushes me up against the sink. Squint barks and jumps on my legs, enjoying the game. My skin zaps with electricity where his hands touch me.

Bubbles drip down Dustin’s face. I laugh as he tries to blow them away. It doesn’t work. Suds stick to his eyelashes and run down his cheeks. I’m laughing so hard I can’t catch my breath. Or maybe it’s the way he’s pressing against me that makes me breathless.

He nuzzles my shoulder to get the suds off his face. I hold in a gasp as his cheek grazes my neck. It seems too intimate, and yet, I don’t want to tell him to quit. The contact with his skin makes my knees go weak and my ovaries scream for joy. Has it been that long since a man has touched me?

He pulls back but doesn’t let go of my wrists. He stares at me and all the air in the room is sucked out. His dark hair is mussed up, but that only ads to his gorgeousness. I think I’m going to faint.

He leans close to my ear. “You’re right,” he says, his voice low. “Doing the dishes is fun.”

Before I can melt into a puddle of hormones, he backs away from me and lets me go. “Should we shut off the water now?”

I turn around and slam down the faucet handle. “Yes,” I say as my heart beats a zillion times a second. “We have enough water.”

He pulls open a drawer and hands me a washcloth, keeping one for himself. “I think we’ll need these.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Squint wanders over to the water we sprayed on the floor and sniffs it.

Dustin stands close beside me as I put my washcloth in the water. He does the same. His fingers graze over mine as he searches for a dish. My entire body bursts into tingles. I hand him a plate. “Here.”

“Thanks.”

We continue to wash the dishes that way, and our hands touch several more times. I’m hyper-aware of my body and the way the accidental touches make me feel. My skin is a live wire, and every touch sets me off.

We clean all the dishes, dry them, and put them away. He hangs the towels up and turns to me. “You keep surprising me.”

I bite back a smile. “Good surprises or bad ones?”

“Definitely the good kind.”

Warmth fills me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this giddy over a man. “I’m glad.”

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