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“Mace.”

I shake my head at the stupidity of such a weapon as she narrows her gaze. “So, you’re the infamous Slate. I’m not impressed.”

“And you are?”

She sniffles and swipes her arm under her wet nose. “Lilac Starbird. I was going to be your live-in dog walker. Edna Weissman gave me your access codes. How else could I have gotten through your ten-foot gates?”

Ah shit. She drops her ‘R’s like someone from Boston making Starbird sound like Stahbahd and I don’t know how, but I’m certain my mother’s gone and done it again. For the last six months, she’s been trying to hook me up with nice ladies from good families. This time, I got to hand it to her, she’s upped her game.

“Who are you, really, lady?” I need her to confess and get the hell off my property.

“What’s your problem? Call Edna. She’ll tell you. I’m your dog walker. Well, I was going to be.”

Damn. It’s true I called Edna, but I told her to call me back when she found someone. I wanted to interviewhim. I certainly didn’t tell her to give away my access codes. I gave her specific instructions. She could use them in case of emergency and the dog needed to be fed.

Whatever. There’s still that damn Boston accent. I fucking know my mother set me up.

Lilac, if that’s her name, stands and opens a drawer in the antique dresser. She grabs her unmentionables and tosses them into the suitcase, open on her bed.

The panties are pretty and lacy, too tiny to do much good. They’re the kind made to entice a man. Of course, my cock takes notice.

“Do you mind?” She stops for a moment and glares at my bulging appendage with hands on her waist. “I’ll be out of your hair in just a few seconds.”

“You can’t go. It’s fucking two in the morning.” When I grab her hand, pure electricity sparks between us and we both stare.

Her lush lips open, big eyes widen, and nostrils flair. Holy shit, I let go fast. This is not the time or the place for that much attraction.

Despite the body language, her dry tone implies she’s in agreement. “There must be plenty of hotels. I’ll find one.”

“No. You’re staying right here. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”In another lifetime, I would’ve kissed that look right off her face but now I’m older and wiser. Burnt once, I’m not going there. I no longer play with fire.

As if she hears my thoughts, she gives my thick cock under the sheet a quick glance and pointedly returns her gaze to my face.

“Jesus. That’s not my fault. Look at you.” I give her pointy nipples under her tiny silk top a long, heated, once over.

Face now beet-red, she mumbles, “You’re the one who broke in on me. Edna said you’d be gone.”

“Yeah, well, not too many people know I’m laid up and I prefer it that way.”

The sticky liquid dripping from my stitches makes me run into the bathroom and grab a towel. I’m bleeding all over the place.

“Fuck.” A bit light-headed, I sit and press my hand hard to my shoulder.

“Let me see that.” All business-like, she steps between my legs and of course, my cock does the happy dance.

Focus, Slate.

“What are you, a doctor?”

“Soon.” She lifts my towel, pulls off my bandage, and grimaces.

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Do you want me to patch you up or bring you to the emergency room?”

I don’t fancy a night in the hospital. Honestly, I could stitch myself up, if I had to, but curiosity is a dangerous thing. What better way to find out what she’s up to?

Chapter 2

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