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hiding something, the real reason she refused to
admit the truth. He’d bet both his nuts on it. He held her death stare—tried
not to smile. She probably thought she looked intimidating. She’d probably be
furious if he told her that expression on her face made her sexier. He stepped
toward her and this time his movements were steady as usual. Her neck arched as
she refused to look away.
    “Are you trying to say you were never interested in me? That
there isn’t really something between us?”
    Her lips pressed together a moment then released. “Yes.”
    “Then how do you explain today?” He let his smile rise to
the surface. “Were you trying to keep me alive today as well?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything
today.” She blinked, her long dusky lashes fluttering over wide eyes.
    He bent toward her but didn’t reach out and touch her the
way he wanted to, just made sure she’d taste his words on her lips. “No? Didn’t
you? You didn’t straddle me on the lawn?”
    “I was executing a pin technique.” Her head drooped back farther.
    He lowered his voice. “Tell me, sweetheart, did that pin
technique involve staring at my mouth as if you wanted to eat my lips?”
    Her lips parted but he kept going before she could
speak.
    “Did it involve rocking your sweet body against me?” He
leaned close enough that their noses brushed. “Did it involve screwing me with
your eyes?”
    Her hand flew between them and landed on his sternum. His
skin blazed where she touched him as if it was meant to keep him back yet
somehow connected them deeper.
    “Stop fighting. You want me.”
    She pushed with her palm. “You’re wrong.”
    “Am I? Prove it. Prove you feel nothing and I’ll leave you
alone forever. I’ll give Crowe Security a contract but I’ll never bother you again.” He leaned into her hand.
    Her fingers curled against his chest. Her brow drew up but
her voice shook. “And how am I supposed to do that?”
    He grinned wide. “With a kiss of course.”
     
    A fucking kiss, you say…
    The way Brooke’s heart pin-balled around her ribs you’d
think he’d demanded she strip and do the Macarena.
    A kiss—as if a kiss were something, as if it could prove
some point. As if it were something she was capable of sharing…
    She fisted the fabric of his shirt and stared him down.
Wouldn’t let her secrets free so easily. “That’s stupid. Proves nothing.”
    “Really? Then why are you shaking?” he whispered.
    She sucked in her breath, noticing the tremor in her arm.
“I’m cold.”
    His chest rumbled with a soft, sexy sound. “If you say so.”
He undid the buttons on his jacket and slid it from his shoulders without
changing the space between them, just held her gaze and placed it around her
shoulders. He used the lapels to tug her closer without touching her.
    The heat from his jacket, the scent of him encased her front
to back. Fired up her nerves one by one, lighting up her insides like a shot of
sunburst.
    “Better? Or do you need me to warm you up some more?”
    This time she felt the tremor, felt it curl through her
muscles, wash over her skin. She swallowed…bastard knew what he was doing. What
he couldn’t know was how the excitement he saw was tempered with terror. Ty was
dangerous to her, to the strength she’d built, to the pain she’d buried. He had
pushed her shell back, exposed what was underneath in a way no one ever had.
She couldn’t hide in this space and damn it all to hell, she wasn’t sure if she
still wanted to.
    “Fuck you,” she whispered but somehow the words came out
sounding something more like fuck me.
    “Kiss me, kiss me then tell me you don’t want me and I’ll disappear
forever.”
    She breathed in again, tasted him in the air. Her chin rose
of its own volition, her lips inching toward his. Her cells fighting her, body
demanding her brain get out of the way of her body—let it take what it wanted.
    Her eyes widened. What