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himself mattered a lot more than trying to please all of the people all of the time.
    Annabel nodded. “Them. My neighbors. Little children on the street. Elderly ladies with heart conditions. Puppies—”
    “Yeah, yeah.” He shook back his hair, which suddenly seemed burdensome, if not a reminder of the savage life he’d known. “It’s not my hair that’s the problem.”
    It wasn’t even the piercings or the tattoos. It was the expression in his eyes. And that he wasn’t sure he could change.
    “Not completely, no. But you do look like a thug. And if you want to cater the New Year’s Eve showing at Devon’s gallery, I can’t have you looking like one.”
    He sobered completely. “Cater? Me? Are you out of your mind?”
    Annabel’s dark brows lifted. “Oh, that was another Patrick Coffey seducing me earlier with promises of grilled salmon and crème brûlée?”
    “Seduction and catering are two completely different animals.” Catering meant putting his work out for thoseother than family, appearing in public, behaving accordingly. People pointed out too often that his behavior mirrored the don’t-give-a-damn look in his eyes.
    “It’s cooking, Patrick. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
    “The serving? The presentation?” She was handing him a silver platter loaded with a legitimate reason for her to keep him around. And all he could think about was the exhaustion of maintaining a civilized veneer despite the rude stares and speculation.
    His survival skills told him he’d be borrowing trouble should he accept. His protective instincts quickly took charge.
    This wasn’t about him. This was about Annabel.
    “I’ll handle the arrangements,” she was saying. “I have the menu already approved. All you’ll have to do is prepare the food.”
    “And the back side of the deal?” The side he figured he would like even less than putting his passion out to be judged by strangers.
    Annabel’s closed expression confirmed his suspicion. “After the showing on New Year’s Eve, we’ll say our goodbyes.”
    Yeah, he’d had a pretty good idea that was going to be it, and it still sucked that she wasn’t wanting to keep him around.
    Annabel was the only one with the guts to tell him about his potential. She never treated him as a pariah. Whether or not she truly believed in him didn’t matter. She’d given him reason to harbor a remnant of the same hope he’d held on to for three years.
    He huffed. Maybe one savior per lifetime was all he deserved. And he sure didn’t want Annabel suffering Soledad’s fate.
    Draining his bottle, he lazily pushed himself to his feetand dug into his pocket for his knife. With Annabel looking on, he flipped open the blade. He stared at her for a long moment, looking for even a hint of apprehension, seeing nothing but a mild curiosity.
    He wanted to damn her for being unflappable, but damned himself for letting her get to him instead.
    As he raised the knife, the flame of a lighter on the street below caught his eye. His heart bolted; his blood raced. His muscles contracted, and he froze, watching the first bright glow of a cigarette catching fire. He couldn’t make out any of the smoker’s features—
    “Patrick?”
    —only dark clothing, dark hair. It could be Dega. It could be anyone, except the balcony seemed to be in the smoker’s direct line of sight. Another long draw and the cigarette fell to the ground. The smoker turned and walked away, swallowed immediately by the shadows.
    “Patrick?”
    If he hit the fire escape, he could be on the street in seconds. He could make sure. He would know—
    “Patrick!”
    Annabel grabbed his wrist. Adrenaline shot him in the heart; he flinched. It was a long, tense moment later before he was able to force enough of a smile to put the both of them at ease.
    With a roll of her eyes, Annabel released his wrist and shoved him away. “I hate it when you do that.”
    This time he knew what she was talking about: the way his feral