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“
Four
years
,
”
I
mutter
as
we
reach
our
goal
.
To
distract
myself
,
I
reach
down
and
select
the
two
widths
of
masking
tape
that
we
stock
.
“
I
’
ll
take
that
one
,
”
Grey
says
softly
,
pointing
to
the
wider
tape
,
which
I
pass
to
him
.
Our
fingers
brush
very
briefly
,
and
the
current
is
there
again
,
zapping
through
me
like
I
’
ve
touched
an
exposed
wire
.
I
gasp
involuntarily
as
I
feel
it
all
the
way
down
to
somewhere
dark
and
unexplored
,
deep
in
my
belly
.
Desperately
,
I
scrabble
around
for
my
equilibrium
.
“
Anything
else
?
”
My
voice
is
husky
and
breathy
.
His
eyes
widen
slightly
.
“
Some
rope
,
I
think
.
”
His
voice
mirrors
mine
,
husky
.
“
This
way
.
”
I
duck
my
head
down
to
hide
my
recurring
blush
and
move
toward
the
aisle
.
“
What
sort
were
you
after
?
We
have
synthetic
and
natural
filament
rope
…
twine
…
cable
cord
…
”
I
halt
at
his
expression
,
his
eyes
darkening
.
Holy
cow
.
“
I
’
ll
take
five
yards
of
the
natural
filament
rope
,
please
.
”
Quickly
,
with
trembling
fingers
,
I
measure
out
five
yards
against
the
fixed
ruler
,
aware
that
his
hot
gray
gaze
is
on
me
.
I
dare
not
look
at
him
.
Jeez
,
could
I
feel
any
more
self
-
conscious
?
Taking
my
Stanley
knife
from
the
back
pocket
of
my
jeans
,
I
cut
it
then
coil
it
neatly
before
tying
it
in
a
slipknot
.
By
some
miracle
,
I
manage
not
to
remove
a
finger
with
my
knife
.
“
Were
you
a
Girl
Scout
?
”
he
asks
,
sculptured
,
sensual
lips
curled
in
amusement
.
Don
’
t
look
at
his
mouth
!
“
Organized
group
activities
aren
’
t
really
my
thing
,
Mr
.
Grey
.
”
