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  His eyes dilated to black.

  Yeah. Suddenly she was feeling very . . . adventurous. Before she could stop herself, her arms encircled his broad shoulders, her fingers sinking into his hair.

  This wrenched a low, sexy “mmmm” from him like he was a big, rumbling wildcat. A big, rumbly wildcat who clearly wanted more because he drew her up against him and lowered his lips to hers.

  Meeting him halfway, she went up on her tiptoes. He slid a hand up her back to palm the back of her neck, holding her right where he wanted her. Then and only then did his mouth finally cover hers, his kiss slow and sweet.

  After, he pulled back and looked into her eyes, smiling at whatever he saw—probably dazed lust. He kissed her again, not slow and most definitely not sweet this time. Again he ended it too soon but when he lifted his head, the rough pad of his thumb slid back and forth over her jaw while she struggled to turn her brain back on.

  “Pru.”

  And oh, that deliciously rough morning voice. It slid over her like the morning sun, and made her eyes drift shut.

  “You take the rugrat,” he said. “I’ll get your box.”

  Her eyes flew open. He was holding Thor again. “What?”

  “I’ll help you upstairs,” he said.

  Where her bed was. Oh God, had she made her bed? Wait—was she wearing good panties?

  She mentally shook herself because none of that mattered. You’re not going there with him, remember? She couldn’t, wouldn’t, because she hadn’t yet told him who she was. She wasn’t ready to do that. Because she knew that once she did, this would be over. He wouldn’t want to be friends with the woman whose family had stolen his. He wouldn’t want to make her fancy virgin cocktails or pet her silly dog.

  Or kiss her stupid . . .

  The truth was, he was the best thing to happen to her in a damn long time. And yes, it was selfish. And wrong.

  And she hated herself for it.

  But she couldn’t tell him, not yet. “I’ve got it,” she said. “Really. I’m good.”

  She just wished she meant it.

  Chapter 10

  #KarmaIsABitch

  It was rare for Finn to find himself on unsure ground. Typically if he needed something, he handled it himself. If he wanted something, he went after it.

  He both wanted and needed Pru. That was fact. The knowledge had been sitting in the frontal lobe of his brain and in the bottom of his gut, and also definitely decidedly south of both.

  It’d been like that for him since the night she’d walked into his pub dripping wet and smiled that smile at him. And then she’d nailed him with that dart and he’d kissed her, and the problem had only compounded itself.

  She drove him nuts, in the very best of ways.

  And now she’d brought him a coffee and he’d kissed the daylights out of her again. But this time she didn’t seem to want to climb him like a tree. She wanted to escape him.

  Badly too, given the sudden panic in her eyes.

  It should have been his clue to back off. Walk away.

  But he found himself unable to do that.

  “How about I just get you upstairs with your stuff,” he said, going for as nonthreatening as possible. He bent to put Thor down so he could pick up the box but the dog had other ideas and clung like a monkey. He glanced down. “You sure he’s a dog?”

  Some of the stress left Pru at that and she laughed a little. “Yes, but whatever you do, don’t tell him.” She covered Thor’s ears. “I think that he thinks he’s a grizzly.”

  Finn met Thor’s wary gaze. The little guy really was the most ridiculous looking thing he’d ever seen. Bedraggled, patchy, mud brown fur, he had one ear up and one ear down, a long nose, a small mouth that lifted only on one side like he was half smiling, half smirking, and the biggest, brownest eyes he’d ever seen. Hell, his ears and eyes alone were bigger than the rest of him, and the rest of him didn’t weigh as much as a pair of boots. “Little Man Syndrome, huh?” he asked the dog sympathetically.

  “He just likes to be carried,” Pru said. “He likes to be tall. And he can see better too. Once you pick him up, he won’t let you put him down.”

  Finn tested this theory by once again starting to bend over.

  Thor growled. Laughing, Finn tightened his grip on the little guy. “Don’t worry, I’ve got ya,” he said and reached to pick up Pru’s box with his other hand.

  Holy shit, it weighed a ton.

  “What are you doing?” Pru asked, crouching at his side. Her voice was tight again. “I said I’ve got it.”

  “Pru, it weighs a ton. How far did you carry this thing?”

  “Not far,” she said, tug-o-warring with him. “Let go—”

  “You’re as stubborn as Thor, but I’m already here,” he said. “Let me help—”

  “No.” She tried to wrench the box from him, her expression more than a little desperate now, which stopped him in his tracks. Whatever it was in the damn box, she didn’t want him to see it, and he immediately backed off—just as she whirled from him. She lost her grip, and the box literally fell apart, the cardboard bottom giving way, the contents hitting the ground.

  “Oh no,” she breathed and hit her knees on the ground in front of a few old, beat-up photo albums, a few cheap plastic picture frames, and a glass one, which had shattered into a thousand pieces. “It broke,” she whispered.

  There was something in her voice, something as fragile as the now broken glass frame shattered in shards and pieces at their feet, and it made Finn’s chest hurt. Even more so when he saw the picture free of its frame. A little girl standing between two adults, each holding one of her hands.

  Pru, he thought, looking into those brown eyes. Pru . . . and her parents?

  Her posture said it all as she reached right into the shards of glass for the picture, carefully brushing it clean to hug it against her chest like it meant the entire world to her.

  Fuck. “Pru, here, let me—”

  “No, it’s fine. I’m fine,” she protested, pushing his hands away when he began to gather up the photo albums. “I told you I’ve got this!”

  Thor, soaking up Pru’s anxiety, lifted his head and began to howl.

  Pru looked close to tears.

  Eddie, a.k.a. Old Guy, came out of the alley, presumably to help, took one look at the mess that Finn had found himself in, and did an about-face.

  Finn gently squeezed Thor to him. “Quiet,” he said in a firm voice.

  Thor went quiet.

  Pru sucked in a breath, looking surprised right out of her impending tears, thank God. “Stop,” he said as she reached into the glass for another picture with absolutely no regard for her own safety. Unable to put Thor down and risk him cutting his paws, he held the dog tight to his chest and reached for Pru’s hand with his free one. Pulling her to her feet, he said, “Let’s get Thor upstairs and then I’ll come back and—”

  “I’m not leaving it, any of it.”

  “Okay, babe, no worries.” He whipped out his cell phone and called Archer. No way was Sean awake yet, much less up and moving, but Finn knew he could always count on Archer.

  Archer answered with his customary wordy greeting. “Talk.”

  “Courtyard,” Finn said and looked up. Sure enough Archer’s face appeared in the second-story window of his office. “We need a box.”

  “Down in five,” Archer said.

  He made it in two. Archer set an empty box down on the bench and reached for Thor, presumably so Finn could handle Pru, but Thor bared his tiny little teeth and growled fiercely.

  “Whoa, little dude,” Archer said and raised his hands. “I come in peace.”

  Satisfied he’d protected his woman, Thor went back to cuddling into Finn.

  Finn grabbed the box in his free hand and crouched in front of Pru, who had an armful of stuff. “Set everything in here,” he said.

  She hesitated and he leaned in. “It’ll be safer,” he said quietly, and she nodded and unloaded her full arms