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the big cream-colored kitchen—the only room she’d completely renovated in the whole house—Wyn took the stairs two at a time, a man on a mission. Maddie followed, interested in spite of herself. Not about expecting him to find anything—she knew he wouldn’t—but because she couldn’t look away from the masterful way Wyn worked. She didn’t want to think so, but one thought kept awakening inside her with every room he neatly dismantled and put back together: he’s so sexy.
    Damn it. No.
    Wyn moved to enter the room to the left of the landing, and Maddie blurted, “No, you’re not going in there.” He swung and aimed a pointed look in her direction, but she held her ground. “That one is mine. No one other than me ever goes in there, I can assure you of that.”
    Wyn turned away quickly, but he curled his lips in over his teeth, stifling some kind of smirk or laugh. Maddie saw him, and too late she realized she’d given away that she didn’t have a man intimately in her life right now. And she’d said it so definitively she might as well have proclaimed at the top of her lungs that nobody had ever shared it at all.
    Mortified, Maddie turned away, silently berating her runaway mouth. But instead of poking her with a little jab, as Wyn might have done as little as a year ago, he murmured, “Fair enough,” and walked to the next room.
    Once again, Wyn picked up his search of the home, and once again Maddie followed him, watching every move he made, all the while silently telling herself to walk away and ignore him. His very presence lured her to him, though, something unspoken, almost primal. She stayed close, battling a bone-deep need to connect with him, along with an equally soul-crushing pain in her chest that four years had yet to abate.
    Suddenly, from where he’d wedged himself partway under the bed in one of the guest rooms, Wyn said, “Found it!” and stuck his arm out from under the frame. Something crumpled was in his gloved hand. With surprising speed and agility he squirmed free, pushed to his feet, and held up two red, yellow, and white colored plastic wrappers. “Someone has eaten in here.”
    The candy wrappers were familiar, and Maddie smirked. “Yeah, nice try.” She reached out to snatch them away, but he sidestepped and held them above his head. “Those are mine.” Irritation welled, and she jabbed him in the arm that kept the wrappers out of reach. “I have a whole bag of those candies in fun size in my kitchen.”
    Not a crack of humor on his face, Wyn laid a pinpoint stare on her. “You randomly eat candy bars in your guest bedroom and then leave the wrappers there?”
    “No, but, but…” His intensity making the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, Maddie reached for suitable answers. “I could have left them somewhere else and somehow they ended up in there. Oz comes when Aidan and Ethan visit me,” she mentioned the couple’s dog, “and it’s entirely possible he found them somewhere and hid them in here to play with later. Animals do that all the time.”
    His gaze suddenly flashing black fire, Wyn clenched his jaw so hard it looked like he might crack through the bone. “You’re not taking this seriously, when this isn’t even kind of a joke anymore.” He thrust his evidence in front of her face. “The chocolate hasn’t even hardened on the wrapper. Very recently you’ve had someone in this house, either while you were here, or while you were out. Excuse me.” He pushed past her and started for the stairs. “I need to get a bag to preserve this.”
    His seriousness spurring hers, Maddie chased Wyn down the stairs. “You’re reaching, Lieutenant. I would have felt it if someone else was in this house with me.”
    Without looking back, Wyn barked a dark laugh. “Apparently you wouldn’t.” He veered into the kitchen without pause. “So I’m moving in with you.” Just as fast, he started opening cabinets and asked, “Where are your