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pocket and parked the bike in it, disappearing as the door descended behind her.
    “I think this is considered stalking, Tate,” Christie said looking at her brother carefully. “Do you do this often?”
    “Christie, I don’t usually have to, but she has no idea who I am, I have to send her flowers,” he said looking at the number on the door, and tapped it into his phone.
    “So, it’s the ones that say ‘no’ that you want the most, is it?” Ryan said. “The thrill of the chase?”
    “No one’s said ‘no’ before, but Genna, and she was a lost cause from the start. Anyway, this black haired beauty didn’t say ‘no.’”
    “She didn’t say ‘yes,’ though, did she?” Ryan was enjoying himself.
    “She didn’t say ‘yes,’ yet ,” Tate smirked at his brother-in-law. “I wonder if she’s just woken from a coma or something.”
    “You’ve got an ego on you,” Christie said to Tate with an amused smile on her face.
    “He does have a point, lamb,” Ryan said and Tate pointed at him and nodded.
    “And you’ve an ego on you, too, Ryan O’Brian. Jimmy, please take us back to R Street now, my brother’s finished stalking the poor lass,” Christie said to the driver.
    “Yes, ma’am,” Jimmy said with a smile and drove back to the Fleming’s house.
    ***
    “I’ll get it, Amelia, you sit down you’ve been on your feet all day,” Tate said with a wink at his hostess, Amelia Fleming, when the doorbell rang. He opened the door and there stood the woman of his dreams. “I knew you’d be back.” He grinned wickedly at her. Fiona stepped back and looked at the address on the front of the house and then at the phone she held in her hand, and finally back to Tate.
    Since she coasted away from him an hour and a half ago she kicked herself for not giving him her number after all. She had always been uncomfortable giving out her number to men, but this beautiful man standing in front of her had intrigued her, so much so that her body was reacting powerfully just to his penetrating azure gaze. Her heart beat quicker and she felt her face flush, and had he opened his arms she would have leapt into them. How did he manage to do that?
    “Tate, Tate Dylan? You’re Tess’s father?” He stepped out on to the front porch with her, closing the door behind him and she stepped back a little and her breathing hitched. Tate stepped even closer and she stepped back too far and began to tumble backwards down the steps and he grabbed her and pulled her to his chest.
    “Careful, lass. That’s it,” he moved her around so she wasn’t going to fall and released her when he knew she was recovered. Fiona was flabbergasted. Tate moved like a ninja, smoothly averting disaster. “Are you prone to this sort of thing?” He looked disapproving. She looked at the steps she nearly went down the hard way and put her hand to her throat.
    “No, I…Thank you,” she said. He waved it off like it was nothing.
    “You know our Tess?” He said taking her other hand and sliding his thumb over the back of it. He leaned close to her and said softly, “Please don’t tell me you’re her professor.”
    “I’m one of her professors.”
    “Christ woman, you can’t be one of her professors, you’re just a lassie,” he said. She pulled a face at him and he laughed throwing his head back. The door behind Tate opened silently and Fiona saw Tess over Tate’s shoulder.
    “Tate,” Tess barked and he jumped guiltily. “No hitting on my professor, you agreed.” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.
    “All bets are off, Tess, my dearest,” he said good naturedly still gazing at Fiona. “You made me agree to that under extreme duress, it would never hold up in a court of law, and that was before I knew just who your professor was. I thought you meant some crone from the women’s literature department. This is none other than Fiona Brooks, lass, she’s the wee lemming who flew into my windshield.”
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