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“It? Her name is Chutney. You don’t trust me to live here, but you’d trust my neighbors to look after an innocent bunny?”

“Sara.”

Not gonna lie. The way he says my name is like warm butter.

He makes me think about those good garlic knots they give you for free at that Italian place I haven’t been to in forever.

And just like that, my stomach growls.

Gunther takes a step closer.

“Fine. Get the rabbit. But we have to go. Please.”

I smirk. “I read romantic suspense novels, you know. We’re going to a skeevy hotel room on the edge of town with only one bed, aren’t we?”

The man blushes, turning a shade of pink that’s so adorable I want to pinch his cheek.

“Why would I take you from a skeevy apartment to a skeevy hotel where I’m forced to sleep in the bathtub so you can have the bed?”

I don’t know whether to be offended at his comment about my apartment or impressed that we’ve clearly read the same books.

“You’re flustered with me,” I say with a smile.

He turns a deeper shade of pink. “No. A little impatient.”

“I have that effect on people in dark suits.”

For his part, Gunther does not make me flustered at all. Not at all. Especially with the way that one-size-too-small suit jacket hugs his chest. Or how his thighs might burst out of those tailored trousers if he wore them to the gym on leg day. Imagining this makes me laugh. What would he wear to the gym, exactly? Bike shorts? Or is he a basketball shorts type of guy? With that ass? The latter would be a damn shame.

Oh god, what’s wrong with me? Hunger. Plain and simple.

“Here,” I tell him, handing Chutney over.

Gunther’s brow’s come together. “Whoa, hey, I don’t hold rabbits….”

“Relax, it’s just like holding a baby.”

“Never held a baby, either.”

“Geez, really?” I ask. “Did they make you in a lab?”

When he doesn’t answer, I realize I’m being snarky for no reason.

“Sorry,” I add. “That was harsh. You look good holding my bun. Like a pro.” I give him a wink, but his face remains stoic, even with a twitchy bunny nose inches away from his hot one. Is it possible to have a seductive nose? I’d never considered it before, but I like Gunther’s nose. I want to boop it.

Instead, I go to the fridge and grab the bag of produce.

“We have food at my…at the safe place.”

“It’s not for me; it’s for Chutney.”

“Where do you keep your food?”

I shrug. “I don’t cook here. Hard enough keeping mice and cockroaches at bay. Haha, a box of Triscuits would never survive.”

I turn back to him and see Gunther fighting back a shudder.

The man might give himself a cardiac event with how much he bottles up. But he looks awfully cute holding a rabbit.

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