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Laughter floated like bubbles on a clear, blue sky. “That sounds like her, although she came for this other guy, so I’m surprised she was hitting on you since she seemed so into him.”

“Vin?”

“Yes, that’s his name. Vincent. I spilled wine on my dress to give them alone time while I cleaned up. I’m hiding in here now because when I came out of the bathroom, Kara looked like she was going to murder me.”

I scrubbed at the scruff on my jaw. “You...purposely spilled wine on yourself for the sake of someone who’s not even a good friend?”

She lifted an elegant shoulder. I wanted to press my mouth there to see how smooth her fine skin was. “It isn’t a huge deal to me. The dress is dry-cleanable.”

“Why not leave instead?”

“I promised I’d stay.”

“That simple?”

“Well, that and I fell asleep in here. If you know the owner, don’t tell him.” She picked up the blanket and waved it around. “I kind of pulled this down from the window. I think the blinds are broken, so I feel bad, but also, he should invest in more blankets. Who only has one throw blanket? Then again, maybe he spent his fortune on art and concrete slabs and this one puny blanket is all he can afford. In which case, I feel doubly guilty since I ripped the corner a little.”

I had to laugh, and that was when I noticed the ache in my head had all but vanished. I could have given credit to the beer and pizza, but I seriously wondered if some of it had to do with this pretty blonde who continued to surprise me each time she opened her mouth.

“I’ll make a note of it,” I quipped.

She froze as she tucked her long hair behind one ear and her soft-brown eyes rounded. “Oh shit. Is this your place? Have you been humoring me to keep me here until the cops show up to arrest me?”

“Why would you think that?”

Her hand fell to her lap, where she twisted her fingers into knots. “Which part? That you’re the owner or that you called the cops?”

“Either. Both. You sound experienced with having the police called on you. Should I worry I’m alone with a criminal?”

“I’ve only been arrested once, and the charges were dropped. It was a nonviolent crime, so you’re safe.” Her eyes narrowed, and she actually did seem worried. “You never did answer my questions.”

I snagged the blanket from her lap, examining the corner, which was in tatters. Then I put her out of her misery. “Yes, this is my place, and no, I didn’t call the cops. As long as you don’t steal anything besides my pizza and some crackers, I doubt I will.”

She licked her lips then rubbed them together. My cock noticed all of it, even though I was pretty certain she wasn’t flirting. “But you’re not making any promises?”

I raked my gaze over her, letting the voices in the back of my head, telling me I had to clean up my act, dim.

“When it comes to trouble, I make no promises.”

Chapter Three

Saoirse

Lukewasflirtingwithme, and I was absolutely receptive to it.

Who wouldn’t have been?

He was fricking gorgeous.

Even sitting down, I could tell he was tall, most likely taller than me. His limbs were long and lean, and the skin peeking out from his partially unbuttoned shirt was golden, with just a hint of black hair in the center of his chest.

His dark eyes were heavy-lidded and gave off a sensual glint. My grandmother once mentioned her favorite actor hadbedroom eyes, and this was the first time I really understood that term.

Those eyes, compounded with his sharp, square jaw lined with dark scruff and his thick black hair, which seemed to have a mind of its own, continually flopping across his forehead after he scraped it back, made Lukedevastating.

Internally, I was panting like a little puppy.

I really hoped I was playing it cool on the outside.

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