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“More’s the pity” He scrubbed one hand across his face and rolled his eyes in frustration If they were in Ireland right now, he’d have half the village of Dunley on his side and he’d bloody well get her to open the damned door

“I heard that,” she said “And feel free to hop onto one of your private planes and go back to Connolly-land anytime you feel like it!”

If only he could, Ronan thought But he’d come to California to open an A as it should, he was going nowhere at all

At the e and in nowith more females Especially one with a head as hard as Laura’s

He had spent the past six weeks traveling across Europe acting as bodyguard to a sixteen-year-old pop star whose singing was only slightly less annoying than her attitude Between the girl and her grasping mother, Ronan had been et back to his life Now that he was back, he’d expected peace Orderliness Instead…

Grinding his teeth together, he took a long moment or two and counted to ten Then did it a second time “Whatever the hell you want to call it, Laura, your car is here and so’re you”

“I ht have been out,” she shouted “Did you ever think of that? I do have friends, you know”

The Connolly temper lifted a couple notches inside hiht it back down

“But you’re not out, are you?” he asked, entirely reasonably, and he gave hie idiot turned loose on his own for the first time”

“You don’t have to shout, I can hear you,” she said, her voice carrying nicely through the door

Laura Page lived on a tidy street in Huntington Beach, California, in one of a dozen town houses built to look like a Cape Cod village When he’d first seen her place, he’d thought it char as if it were to blame for his current situation

A cool ocean breeze shot down the narrow street and rattled the limbs of the nearly naked elray clouds overhead promised a stor on this bleeding porch when it hit

“Your neighbors can hearhis hedge with enough vigor to whittle it into a toothpick “Why not open the door and we can talk this out Together In private”