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“Extremely.”

“Want me to apologize?”

“Depends. Are you sorry?”

He looks at my mouth again.

“Not even a little.”

Oh, hell.

I should be thinking about the fire. About all the questions he still hasn't answered.

Instead, I'm trying very hard not to smile.

His phone vibrates.

He glances at it, then reluctantly steps back.

“Grim needs me.”

“Of course he does.”

Torch studies me for a moment.

“Get some rest. I'll let Razor know where you are.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“Was that almost a request?”

“Don't get used to it.”

He heads toward the door.

I watch him go.

Then I sit very still.

The man whose investigation might hold the answer to who my father was.

The man who may have been involved in the fire that killed him.

The man who saved my life.

I press my fingers lightly against my lips.

Kissing him was spectacularly stupid.

Because I still don't know whether he's innocent.

And I'm beginning to realize how badly I want him to be.

Chapter 4

Torch

“You look like you just made a very bad decision.”