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“Ignore my
phone.”
    “I can’t,” she said, giving another push. “Your Jack’s son.
I just can’t -”
    “Yes, you can,” he said, his eyes pleading amid the ringing
phone in his pocket.
    “I can’t.” She ducked under his arms and stepped a couple
feet to the side to take off her slick flip-flops.
    “Damn it,” he cursed as he dug into his pants and retrieved
his phone. “Yeah?”
    She tried to ignore the fact that her body was in complete
overdrive with Liam, a feeling she hadn’t felt in as long as she could remember.
She tried to think back to the time when she first met Rex. It was hot and
passionate in the beginning just like any new couple, but nothing like this.
Her whole body felt weak with just that minute of kissing.
    She studied the deep lines of his chest, cut like one of the
trainers at her gym, and tried to ignore the guy shouting on the other end of
his phone. She diverted her attention by looking around the living room,
assessing what she all needed to do. She needed to make a list. She was good
with lists. It would give her something to work toward and would keep her mind
off the shirtless guy in front of her. She started to make a mental checklist.
The coffee tables and lamps were dated but still in decent condition, which
meant they were definitely donation-ready. Jack’s chair and couch were too old
to salvage so she’d put them out on the curb. Maybe she’d ask Liam to help her
carry them out tonight.
    Liam.
    “Yeah, yeah. I got it. Tomorrow. I’ll get him.” His eyes
were steady on her across the room. He mumbled one last thing she couldn’t make
out and then slid the phone back into his jeans. “Sorry. Business call.”
    “Something with the bar?” she asked, putting her hands on
the back of a chair. If she could bring whatever was going on between them back
to small talk, she’d be okay.
    “No, I have a job tomorrow.”
    “You have a second job?”
    “Yeah, I’m a bounty hunter.”
    “A bounty hunter?” She choked, pressing her hands deeper
around the chair. “That’s real?”
    “Yeah, it’s real.” He laughed a low grumble that came from
the back of his throat. “There’s more criminals that have jumped parole in
Clark County than you’d think. I do my best to keep people like you safe. You
know, the pretty ones, like you.”
    “There you go again with that pretty bullshit. It’s not
going to work on me.” The last thing she needed was to get mixed up with some
gun-slinging Irishman who chased after criminals, no matter how good that kiss
felt. “I’m willing to answer questions about your father, but that’s it. I’m
not going to help you find your brothers. I’m not one of those women you bring
to the back of your bar. You can’t charm the pants right off of me.”
    “I don’t bring women to the back of my bar. It’s not good
for business. And, for the record, you’re not wearing pants. You’re wearing
shorts so I can’t exactly charm the pants right off of you,” he said, pointing
to her legs. “I should be offended, but I’m going to let it slide because I
need you.”
    “Right,” she scoffed as she folded her arms across her
chest. “I know guys like you…”
    “You don’t know shit, Charla. I was married for eight years
until my wife left me two years ago for someone else. And I haven’t been with
anyone else since her. So there. I’m a divorced man with no girlfriend in the
midst of a goddamn dry spell. I’m sorry if I got a little eager around a beautiful
woman.” Liam put his hands on his hips and hung his head. “I should get going,
anyway.”
    God damn it. Charla’s face flushed a deep crimson.
“I’m just a little jaded, you know. When you catch your fiancé with another
woman, you get a little edgy around men. I’m sorry.”
    “I don’t need your pity. I need you to know you shouldn’t
judge ‘guys like me’ before you get to know them.” Liam pulled up his innocent
eyes to meet hers.
    “I’m not giving