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He gives me an incredulous look.

“Sweet.”

One word.

A warning.

And somehow, a caress.

I swallow.

“Right.”

We pull into his driveway.

My house glows next door, warm lights shining from the windows. His headlights sweep across my new Bell’s Books, Bed & Breakfast sign before the engine shuts off.

Silence.

Neither of us moves.

“Damian?”

He turns toward me.

“This is a mistake.”

I glance at the bakery box.

“Dessert is?”

His lips twitch.

“No.”

His eyes find mine.

“This.”

My heart pounds.

“What exactly is this?”

“You and me.”

I try to smile. “There is no you and me.”

“That's the fucking problem.”

The words steal my breath. His gaze drops to my mouth. Then returns to my eyes.

“I should leave you alone.”

“Then why don't you?”

“I've been asking myself that since the day you arrived.”

“Maybe you don't really want me gone.”