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Her eyes were back to twinkling. “That’s for me to know and for you not to find out.”

“Hey! That’s not fair,” I grumbled, but I used her hold on my hand to drag her into me. In one of my smoother moves, I twisted her around so that I could loom over her. “Fair’s fair, Star Sullivan.”

Her grin was pure arrogance. “Thought nothing was fair in love and war?”

“Which are we in?”

“Love, of course. We did the war part already.”

“I guess we did. And we did it damn well.” I tipped my head forward and ran my lips along the high curve of her cheekbone. “Did you imagine when you rammed into my code that you’d end up here?”

“Pinned between a door and a coat rack? Nope.”

I reared back to point at my tree. “It’s a tree. Not a coat rack.”

“Can’t it be both?”

“No. If you hang coats on it, you won’t see the branches.”

“So passionate.”

“I’m a passionate person,” I retorted.

“I’d never have guessed.” She angled onto her tiptoes, reminding me again that this was the only way in which Star was diminutive in comparison to me—I had a good four inches on her—and she let our lips brush. “You have weird taste, Conor O’Donnelly.”

“I have great taste,” I retorted. “In women and interior design.”

She snorted but rocked back and forth until my lips parted. As her tongue speared a path into my mouth, I let her take the lead, knowing that was her comfort zone.

She kissed me with a gentleness that took me by surprise. Not pouncing on me, just tasting. Just… savoring.

The notion had me retreating as I pressed my forehead against hers. “What’s wrong?”

Her brow furrowed. “Nothing.” She tried to kiss me again but I held my position and kept my mouth at a distance from hers.

“You’ve been weird since we drove back from the Catskills and I know it has nothing to do with torture.”

She pouted. “It could. I have a conscience.”

“Do you?” I smirked. “Could have fooled me.”

Star shoved my shoulder. “Shut up.”

“Why? You like my mouth when it moves, don’t you?”

“Yeah, and I don’t know why.”

“Because it keeps you in line?”

“Ha. Right. You believe that if it makes you feel better.”

I grinned. “It makes me feel incredible.”

She rolled her eyes. “I just… I realized I was lucky.”

“Why?” It kind of boggled my mind that she considered herself lucky, what with everything that had happened to her in the past.

“Because if I were you, I’d hate me, but you don’t.” Her voice was small. “I-I don’t want to lose you, Conor.”

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