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male. It made her want to bury her face in his powerful neck and breathe him in. Wrap her legs around his hips and rub up against him. Absolutely bizarre considering how pissed off at him she was.
    "It stinks outside," he complained. "I'm not standing out there anymore."
    "You can't just barge in here!"
    "Sure, I can."
    "Okay, you
can
. That doesn't mean you should."
    Connor paused in the living room and looked around. Then he set her down, lifted his sword-holder-thingy over his head, and leaned it against the wall near the door.
    "I'm going to bed." He stretched his arms and back in a pose that made her mouth water.
    "It's still morning!"
    "So? Don't touch that." He pointed to his sword, then turned toward the stairs.
    "Fuck you." Stacey set her hands on her hips and glared.
    He paused with one booted foot on the lower step. His gaze dropped to her bare feet, then rose slowly and hotly all the way back up, stopping at the juncture between her legs, then her breasts, before lingering over her lips and meeting her eyes. She'd never been stripped bare like that before in her life. She swore he'd looked right through her low-slung jeans and tank top to the skin below. Her breasts swelled, her nipples hardened. Without a bra—hey, she wasn't expecting company—it was obvious his perusal had turned her on.
    "I'm tempted, darling." His brogue was thick and warm. "But I'm in no condition to do you justice right now. Ask me again when I wake up."
    Her foot tapped on the carpet. "I'm not your honey, sweetheart, or darling. And if you go upstairs, I'm calling the police."
    Connor grinned, which transformed his features from too-hot-to-handle to absolutely divine. "Sure thing. Make sure they bring handcuffs…and leave them behind."
    "They won't be leaving
you
behind!" How in hell could the man make her hot and bothered
and
hot under the collar at the same time?
    "Call Aidan," he suggested, climbing the stairs. "Or Lyssa. Tell them Connor's here. See ya later."
    Running over to the stairs, Stacey prepared to yell up at him. Instead she found herself admiring his perfect ass. Her mouth snapped shut. She hustled to the kitchen and picked up the phone. A minute later, the odd phone-ring-ing-in-a-bucket sound told her the call was connecting to the hotel in Rosarito Beach, Mexico.
    "Hello?"
    "Hey, Doc." Climbing on to one of the barstools, Stacey snatched a pen out of the pen holder and began to doodle on the drawing pad by the cordless phone's base. She had to flip past several flawless renderings of Aidan in order to find a blank page. Most doctors had the worst handwriting. Lyssa was a veterinarian, but she had an amazing talent for drawing.
    "Hey, Stace," Lyssa greeted, sounding relieved.
    Stacey still hadn't figured out what it was that had Lyssa so stressed out. After years of looking run down and emotionally bereft, Lyssa had blossomed after reuniting with Aidan. She'd put on much needed weight and seemed more rested. But she also seemed anxious in a way that concerned Stacey no small amount. She worried that it might have something to do with Aidan. Maybe the fear that he wouldn't stick around? After all, the man had left Lyssa at some point and then come back for her.
    "Are you okay, Doc?"
    "Yes. Great. It's beautiful here."
    Hearing the wary tone fade into dreamy, Stacey set aside her concern for her friend and returned her thoughts to her own dilemma. "Awesome. Hey, I've got a problem. Do you know a guy named Connor?"
    "Connor?"
    "Yeah, Connor. Big, blond, bad attitude?"
    "Oh my god… How do you know what he looks like?"
    Stacey sighed. "So you do know him. I don't know if I'm relieved or bummed."
    "Stacey. How do you know what Connor looks like?" Lyssa's voice now sounded the way it did when she had to explain a terminal illness to a patient's owner.
    "He's here, Doc. Showed up about ten minutes ago and made himself at home. I told him to find another place to shack up, but—"
    "No! Don't let him out of your sight!"
    Jerking