Trick or Treat for the Desperate Devil
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My breath catches.
“For which one of us?”
His eyes lift to mine.
“Me.”
One word.
No joke.
No swagger.
Just an admission.
And suddenly I’m not smiling anymore.
Because for the first time since meeting Damian Leeds, I wonder if he wants me gone because he dislikes having me next door—
Or because he likes it far too much.
I swallow.
“Fine.”
His brow rises. “Fine?”
“I’ll eat the steak.”
His smile returns slowly.
“Good.”
“And Damian?”
“Hmm?”
“Next time, I order for myself.”
His gaze holds mine.
“We’ll see, Sweet.”
Bossy bastard.
Unfortunately, I’m starting to think I like him that way.
Something warm unfurls low in my belly. Then his tail slides beneath the table and brushes my ankle.
We both freeze.
Damian's smile disappears.
My breath catches.
His eyes flash brilliant red.
And that strange little spark of magic inside me? Well, it answers.
