Page 2 of Prickly Romance


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I take a step toward her.

“What’s going on?” Her eyes dart to my men. “Why are you up here?”

I still do not respond.

Panic crests her features. Face dainty and striking. Her fear twists something deep inside me. Brings all the shards of my broken heart to life.

But I do not want to feel.

And I resent her for being the one to kickstart what I thought was dead.

I plant one hand on the piano desk. The other, I set on the bench at her hip. She leans backward wearily. Her shaky retreat kicks up the hunter hidden in the depths of my soul.Where do you think you can run, kitten?

“Who gave you permission to touch my piano?” I ask aloud.

Her eyes get even bigger. I can see the anxiety flooding her. Drowning her.

Such innocence. Such naivety. A crushing force against my own jaded lens.

“They told me—”

“If you were going to force yourself somewhere you don’t belong,” I cut her off, “you should have at least put in more effort.”

Her small shoulders heave and her eyes narrow. Anger slashes her brown mouth into a thin line.

I lean forward slightly. My fingertips brush over her hands. I am almost knocked back by the snap of energy that crackles from the touch.

This woman is dangerous. Fire.

I growl at her, needing to get her away from my piano. From me.

Yet I cannot resist touching her.

Lifting her fingers, I warn, “Never place these hands on something they are not worthy enough to touch.”

She snaps her hand back.

Rage radiates from her like heat waves that cling to the skin.

I motion to one of my men and they are quick to relocate the woman away from me. Even as the distance grows, the connection between us pulls and pulls.

I catch sight of her muttering curses at me before I pitch my eyes away.

Calmly, I take the seat in front of the piano.

Shestill lingers. Her scent. Her warmth.

A ghost in a T-shirt and jeans.

But I will not allow her to haunt me.

Uncontrollable feelings have wreaked their havoc on my life once before. I will not allow my heart—that has finally healed—to be destroyed twice.

CHAPTER1

THE PIANO LESSON

DEJONAE

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