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  She stopped breathing. “Of course something happened to me. My grandpa died.”

  He glanced over at her, his eyes sympathetic. “I know, and I’m sorry to bring up bad memories, but are you sure there’s nothing else you want to tell me?”

  “I’m sure,” she said, staring straight ahead out the windshield. “And Eric’s not going to find that card. At least not in time,” she said, watching the night as it whipped past her.

  “Be patient. Have some faith.”

  This had her looking at him again. “Be patient? Have faith? Are you kidding me?”

  “You’ve got to leave emotions out of it or you’ll react with them instead of your brain.”

  She snorted in annoyance and frustration. “Easy for you to say. You don’t have to fight anything as messy as your emotions.”

  He spared her another glance. “You think I don’t have emotions?”

  “I think you don’t very often give in to them.”

  He was quiet at that, concentrating on the road or who the hell knew what, and she thought it was done, conversation over. Until he pulled onto her street and put his hand over hers to stop her from getting out.

  “The job taught me patience,” he said. “And believe me, it came hard-won and I’ve paid the price for it. There were times when hiding my thoughts was the only thing that saved my ass, so yeah, I’m good at it. But don’t mistake that for me not having emotions or feelings, Kylie. You’ve seen me lose it over you more than once now.”

  Yeah, and still, she wanted more from him. But she refused to ask for it.

  Joe’s hands slid up and down her arms in a caressing touch that had her eyes wanting to close her eyes in sheer pleasure, but then he expelled a long, shuddery breath, let go of her, and got out to walk her up.

  “That isn’t necessary,” she said.

  “Someone’s taunting you with a personal memory and they know where you live. They’re just playing with you right now, but that could change. I’m walking you up.”

  She sighed. She hated that he was logical and reasonable when she couldn’t be. “Fine,” she said and relented. “And thank you.” Then they got to her apartment, where she unlocked her door and froze at the sight of yet another envelope on the floor.

  Chapter 13

  #TheresNoCryingInBaseball

  Kylie might have frozen at the sight of the envelope on her floor, but Joe didn’t. In the doorway, he put one hand on her arm to indicate she should stay while simultaneously scanning their immediate area.

  She had no idea what he saw, but she didn’t catch anything out of the ordinary. Still keeping ahold of her, Joe shut the door behind them, engaged the locks, and picked up the envelope.

  She started to say something, but he put a finger to his lips, scooped up Vinnie, who’d come running at them, and gently set him into her arms. Then he went through her place, flipping on lights, obviously clearing the apartment like she saw law enforcement do on TV, only even cooler.

  “I don’t think whoever it is actually comes in,” she said, but Joe didn’t respond, just continued to work his way through the apartment. Kylie cuddled Vinnie close as he licked her chin, ecstatic as always to have her home. She set him down and he immediately went running for a toy to bring her. Tonight he brought his current favorite, a miniature-size tennis ball.

  She obliged him by tossing it. “Fetch,” she said, ever hopeful he’d finally get it.

  Vinnie pounced after the ball and . . . ran down the hallway with it and vanished. She was sighing when Joe came back to the living room.

  “Open the envelope,” he said, clearly getting that she was stalling.

  Predictably, it was another Polaroid. This one had her poor penguin precariously balanced on a cable car, close to falling off into oncoming traffic, and her heart squeezed. “Dammit.” She clutched the picture to her chest. “I’ve got too much crazy in my life. The photos, my missing penguin, you.”

  He let out a quiet, low laugh, taking the picture to look at it. “You started it with that kiss.”

  Her entire body reacted as if he’d just planted another one on her, which was annoying enough to have her go into full court press defensive. “I keep telling you, I barely remember what that kiss felt like,” she said. “Or, for that matter, the second one.”

  “Really.”

  “Yes, really,” she said, having no idea why she was baiting him. “Maybe you’re not as good at kissing as you seem to think.”

  “Hmm,” he said. “Hold this for a sec.” He handed her back the picture.

  She took it without thinking and then he tugged her into him and kissed her. He kissed her long and deep and deliciously hot, until she couldn’t help the moan that escaped her, until she was remembering exactly how good he was with his mouth, until she dropped her keys and the picture and threw her arms around him to hold him close.

  When they ran out of air, he made his way along her jaw and she found himself tilting her head to expose her throat to him, loving the feel of his lips and teeth running over her skin. He bit down gently and a shock ran through her body, all the way to her toes, just as Vinnie trotted back into the living room and dropped something at their feet.

  Breaking free, Kylie started to smile, so proud. “Yes! You’ve finally learned to fetch—” She broke off in horror as Joe burst out laughing.

  Vinnie had “fetched” her vibrator.

  Face flaming, she bent and scooped it up and shoved it beneath a couch cushion. “I have no idea how he got ahold of that . . . light saber.”

  At that, Joe only laughed harder. He had to bend over and put his hands on his knees, and by the time he’d finished and straightened back up, swiping at his eyes, she was hands on hips, definitely cooled off . . . and so embarrassed she could hardly talk. “You have to go now,” she managed.

  “Because you don’t need me since you have a vibrator?”

  “Light saber!” She opened the front door. “Out.”

  He came toe-to-toe with her and, eyes on hers, reached out and shut the door. “Hey,” he said. “If a person isn’t at least having a one-some every night, then you’re squandering your pre-apocalypse time.”

  She closed her eyes and moaned, and he laughed again. “Kylie,” he said, clearly having to work hard to get ahold of himself. “I love that you have a . . . light saber. I love it so much I’m hoping you let me watch you play with it.”

  “Ohmigod.” She shoved him away and covered her face.

  He gently peeled her fingers from her cheeks. She met his gaze with effort. “I shouldn’t have brought you in on this,” she murmured. “Things really do seem even crazier now than they were.”

  She expected him to make fun of her and continue to tease her, but instead he shook his head. “We’re making progress. You’ve just got to be patient.”

  She was so not good at being patient. The amused look on his face said he knew it too.

  “And as for the crazy,” he said and let loose a small smile, “maybe it’s you. Maybe you’re a crazy magnet.”

  “Yeah? Then what does that make you?”

  He flashed a full-out grin now and blew the rest of her brain cells. Then he vanished into her kitchen. “Got popcorn?” he called out. “Hot chocolate?”

  “Of course. They’re both very important food groups. Why?”

  “Because we’re going to watch a movie.”

  “At the risk of repeating myself,” she said, “why?”

  “Because you’re unsettled and you’re not ready to be alone.”

  And he was going to sit here with her until she was ready. She tried not to let that warm her, but it was too late. Heart warmed. And other parts too, parts that had previously warmed only for her “light saber.”

  Five minutes later they were watching a Fast & Furious movie and eating popcorn and drinking hot chocolate, Vinnie sprawled in Joe’s lap.

  When the movie ended, Kylie turned to Joe. “You were a perfect gentleman. How come?”

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