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The woman pulls back, lips glossy, and grins up at him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That was so hot. Thank you,” she says, giggling.

Thank you?Did she just?—?

He nods down at her and adjusts himself.

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “So… can we do this again soon?”

Danger doesn’t even bother pretending he’s thinking about it.

“You got what you came for,” he says, low and dismissive.

My eyebrows lift. She came here for that? Am I missing something?

She giggles like it’s a compliment. “You’re right. My friends are gonna lose their minds.”

And then his gaze cuts back to me—sharp enough to pin me in place.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck,fuck.

He’s unflinching, like he’s waiting for me to step closer. Like he’s waiting for me to do something—anything—besides stand here like a creep.

The woman doesn’t notice. She stands, smoothing her skirt, and brushes a kiss to his cheek. She turns my way, but he grabs her arm to stop her then says, “Go the other way out, through the back.”

She nods, and doesn’t question it, just turns to walk the other way leaving me alone withhim.

Danger doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak. He just leans against the beam.

I shouldreallyleave now. Turn around and walk away. Pretend I never saw any of this. But my feet are still stuck to the ground.

Danger’s eyes never leave mine. He doesn’t blink, doesn’t look away.

“You gonna stand there all day, Shortcake, or you gonna tell me what the fuck you’re doing here?”

CHAPTER SEVEN

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She’s standing therelike some pathetic baby deer caught in headlights, all wide-eyed and flushed, and I can’t help but grin. An overhead bulb flickers once, catching the hay dust swirling around her and the nervous bite of her bottom lip. The way she’s holding on to that stall door, it’s like she’s doing everything she can just to stay upright.

“Your mama told me to come through here to the coop.”

“Did she now?”

“Should I let her know your little friend will be joining us for lunch?”

Pink dusts her cheeks. And fuck, I like knowin’ I put it there.

I let my gaze drag over her slow enough to be rude. “Wasn’t that kinda visit.”

She forces a laugh, a little breathless. “You’re disgusting. Ever heard of privacy? Or—stay with me here—there’s this thing called using your own house?”

She’s doin’ a decent job at this tough-girl act she’s been on lately, but the blush gives her away.

“Maybe you shouldn’t wander where you don’t belong.”