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Arrogance drips off this man, but it’s intoxicating. He’s intoxicating.

“What if I’m only looking for fun?” I ask him the question, even though I’m quizzing myself at the very same time.

I can’t launch back into something serious, not after what happened between my ex and me. Dagen Hillstead wasn’t the man I thought he was when I agreed to marry him. I let my guard down with him, and I’m still paying the price.

Sean’s hand leaps to my chin. “You’ve come to the right place then.”

I stare into his eyes and see sureness in them that I’ve never witnessed in a man’s gaze before.

Warning flags are popping up all around me, but I ignore them all.

I deserve some fun, and who better to have it with than my hot-as-hell neighbor?

“Stop thinking about kissing me, Champ.” His lips hover close to mine. “Bite the bullet and do it. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Something sparks deep inside of me when my lips touch his for the first time. I come alive. The cocoon I’ve built to shield myself in burns away from the searing heat of his kiss.

His hands jump to my back as I tangle my hands in his hair and lose myself to the moment and the magic of this place and him.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sean

Wealth has affordedme many things in life, but unfortunately, privacy at this moment, isn’t one of them.

The sound of the door to the roof creaking open signals that someone else has decided to visit this slice of paradise in the big city tonight.

Champ’s fingers leap to her lips as she stares at me with a look I can only describe as a combination of lust and panic.

I’ve seen that look on the face of women before, but that was years ago when I was a teenager. Nothing ruins the mood faster than getting caught kissing your girlfriend goodnight. That happened to me on more than one occasion. The most memorable time was when the girl’s father was peering through their ground floor apartment window. He got an eyeful when my hand started inching down my girlfriend’s back in search of her ass.

I never completed that journey because her dear old dad chased me out of the neighborhood with a television remote in his hand.

I glance toward the door to see a couple that lives on the second floor. I smile as they approach us hand-in-hand.

“Sean.” Cornell smiles. “Thank you again for the job.”

I nod. “It’s my pleasure.”

Brandi lets out a sigh. “It’s been a lifesaver. We had no idea what we’d do when his firm made cutbacks and let him go.”

I turn to catch Calliope’s gaze centered on my face.

“I’m Brandi, and this is my husband Cornell.” Brandi extends a hand to Champ. “We’re Sean’s neighbors.”

“You’re Calliope’s neighbors too.” I step in to make the introductions as they exchange a handshake. “She’s living in her brother’s apartment for a few months. It’s next door to mine.”

Brandi’s blonde hair whips to the side as she turns to face me. “Isn’t that nice?”

I know that tone.

These two incredible people have been trying to set me up since they moved into the building. I’ve sidestepped every potential date with the excuse that I’m buried in work.

“We work together,” Champ offers. “I work at Wells.”

Cornell glances at me before his gaze settles on Champ’s face. “I do too. I started in their legal department a couple of weeks ago.”

Calliope’s face lights up. “I thought you looked familiar. You came into Tin Anchor with Sean and Declan for a mid-day drink one day, didn’t you?”

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