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his tongue. When Brute came within a few feet, he said, “Down.”
    Brute went back on his butt and sat. Tony moved forward, slipped his hands under Rocki’s armpits and picked her up, until she stood in front of him. “Sweetheart, I like how you’re enjoying my dog, but I want you paying that attention to me.”
    “Maybe I’ve changed my mind.” She kept her gaze off him. “If you could let me use your phone, I’ll call a taxi.”
    “No more games. No more using my dog as a distraction.” He stepped forward, taking her with him. “I want all of your attention on me. Most of all, I want inside your head, because, sweetheart, you want me and I’m not understanding why you’re playing me.”
    “What? Are you a package deal?” She glanced from him to Brute. “You’re nothing alike. He minds well and seems to have more patience than his owner.”
    “Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll give you that. You’re making this hell on me by asking me to wait to have a taste of you and trying to distract what we came back here to do,” he said, pushing her to tell him what the hell was going on. “But as much as I love Brute and think it’s cute that you have no problem loving up on my dog, Brute’s not the one asking you to come in the bedroom. I am.”
    “Do you think I can use your phone first? I promise it’s not to call a taxi,” she asked.
    He pulled out his cell. She shook her head. “Your house phone.”
    “Seriously?” He looked to the ceiling, telling himself to cool down and hoping the blood returned to his legs, because he was hard, harder than he’d ever been. “Remind me to teach you about spontaneity.”
    She pulled her fingers through the back of her hair. “I’m sorry. It’s really important, and I swear, when I’m done with my phone call, I’ll go in the bedroom with you.”
    “There are cordless phones in the kitchen and in my bedroom,” he said. “Take your pick.”
    “I’ll go to the kitchen.” She moved away from him and stopped. “Thanks. This means…everything. I’ll make it up to you.”
    He slipped his finger into the neck of her shirt, and pulled her back to him. “Start now.”
    “What?”
    He nuzzled her neck. “Make it up to me.”
    “I-I can do that.” Her hands went to his stomach.
    He kissed his way to her jawline, her cheek, and her nose, and hovered above her lips. “Waiting.”
    “Oh.” She dove in and kissed him.
    He laughed against her closed lips. She pulled away, frowning. The insulted look was adorable and for a moment, he felt bad for teasing her. Whatever game she played, he had no idea how one minute she was a sex goddess and the next left him wondering if no one had taught her how a man liked to be kissed. Instead of feeling turned off, he found her cute as hell.
    “Go make your phone call. Through the walkway, turn left and the kitchen will be the first opening on the right. I left the range hood light on, but the main light switch is on the left as you enter.” He kissed her quickly and motioned with his head. “Bedroom is down the hall in the opposite direction. Go past the rec room and it’ll be on the left.”
    She nodded. “Okay.”
    He called Brute to his side and walked down the hallway, leaving Rocki to make her phone call in private. Brute trotted into the spare bedroom ahead of him, knowing the routine. He followed more slowly, checking to make sure there was still food and water in the bowls on the floor he’d left this afternoon. Normally, he gave Brute the run of the house, leaving the door to the garage open so he could use the custom-sized doggy door to the backyard when needed, but he’d trained Brute to stay in the room if he had company.
    Although any adult could crawl through the flap out the backdoor in the garage, Brute protected the place when Tony was gone. Brute had a hell of a growl, but only Tony knew he had more drool than bite. No wonder Rocki had bonded with his dog. He suspected she was putting on her own protective