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“I am sorry.”

“Which is why you rang to check on me? And made sure I had a security system to prevent someone from breaking into my apartment ever again?”

“I—”

She holds up her hand. “Never mind. It’s stupid. Why would the great Cash Evans – international rockstar who can do no wrong even when he’s fleeing naked from the cops – check on little ‘ole me – boring elementary school teacher with too many curves to count?”

I tuck a strand of her silky smooth hair behind her ear. “First of all, Iallegedlyfled naked from the cops.” Her lips tip up in an almost smile. “Secondly, I can count your curves. I’d spend days and days counting your curves if you’d let me.”

Her eyes flare with heat before she clears her throat and retreats. “And yet you didn’t check on me when I was attacked in my own home.”

“I did check on you,” I growl.

“Was I awake at the time?” she sasses.

“Smart ass. I knew you wouldn’t accept my phone calls. I contacted your landlord instead. Who do you think paid to have a new security system installed in your apartment?”

Her mouth drops open. “Y-y-ou?”

I use a finger on her jaw to close her mouth. “I’m not a complete asshole. It was my fault the scumbag was after you.”

“You should have told me.”

“Would you have spoken to me?”

“Maybe.”

“Liar.” Indigo Scott is not only strong and sassy. She’s stubborn as hell.

She inhales a deep breath. “Thank you for ensuring my safety.”

This woman slays me. She’s hurt I didn’t personally contact her when the scumbag reporter broke into her house and yet here she is thanking me for getting her a new security system.

Damn. I love her. I’ve always loved her. I was a fool to let her go. A young fool who let another person make a decision for him. I won’t make the same mistake again.

“You’re welcome.” I crowd her. “Whatever you need, Indy, I will always make sure you have it. Always.”

Her hazel eyes warm as she gazes up at me. My gaze dips to her bowtie lips. Her breath hitches and I dip my head.

Baaa!

I startle at the sound of a goat’s bleating.

“Is there a couple walking a goat on a leash or did Dylan put some kind of hallucinogen in my beer?” she asks.

The couple waves at us from across the street. “Nope. It’s real.”

“Okay then.” She blinks and the heat and warmth in her eyes disappear. “Thanks for explaining about the security system. I need to…” She motions toward the street. “I need to … I’ll see you.”

I watch as she scurries away. Damn. I missed my chance.

I stuff my hands in my pockets and head toward her grandmother’s house. Never mind. We’re living in the same house. I’ll get another chance.

I whistle as I stroll down the sidewalk.

Chapter 13

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