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People had ended up with black eyes ina dog slurp it up was like Photoshopping his uglyonto a Victoria’s Secret model He couldn’t let that happen

“You’re not really going to give that to the dog” Just saying the words was like getting a sharp jab to the sternum

Olivia looked up and the security light picked up every blonde highlight in her hair, giving her a halo when he knew damn well that woman had horns “Why not?” She batted her eyelashes at hiie”

The animal in question was in some sort of blissf

ul nirvana state sitting hip-to-hip next to Olivia His eyes were closed and his nose was going a mile a minute

“But it’s Ruby Sue’s pie” He could practically taste the sugary sweetness on his tongue “You can’t waste that on the dog”

Olivia flipped her hair over one nearly bare shoulder dusted with freckles “So invite me in”

Now that way lay trouble “What are you, a vampire that needs an invitation?”

“Worse I’h guy like you couldn’t be afraid of having little ol’ me in your house, could you?”

Want slah him with the power of a fifty-caliber rifle Every taunt that came out of her beyond- kissable pink mouth was a promise that couldn’t be fulfilled, but da he could think about

Olivia couldn’t believe she’d actuallyinto frustrated tears or going on a rant about what had just gone down at The Kitchen Sink Finally today, so to plan Now if she could just work this right, she’d actually get Mateo to help with the fundraiser that theso damn hard to ruin

And if she could oal instead of Mateo’s cute butt, she et what she needed

She followed Mateo into his gourht at hoe s spanned both walls, giving anyone inside a front-row seat to the natural beauty of Burnett’s Hill In contrast with the oods and greenery outside, everything inside was cold and ranite countertops and dark, nearly black cherry-wood cabinets filled the large space Strong, inti and ie kitchen island eyeing her warily

He should be wary She’d brought her A gaone doith the mayor, she didn’t have a choice The fundraiser had to be a success

Setting the sixty-four-ounce growler filled with the brewery’s latest craft brew and the pie on the island, Olivia walked to the cabinets beside the refrigerator “Where are your glasses?”