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like to live in a house full of men. “Which is probably why you keep trying to escape to the pub.”
    “Well, you’re certainly better company and a hell of a lot better-looking than that lot, so I hope you don’t blame me for my enthusiasm.” He cracked open the top of his beer and poured it into the pint glass, though his gaze hadn’t wandered much from her face. “I’m sure you know how lonely it can get when on a job away from home.”
    “Yeah…” Wasn’t she suffering from the same fate? She sat down across from him.
    And just like that, her thoughts went to Conall, desperate to have him back.

Chapter Eight
     
    With his eyes racing over the lines of code, Conall wondered if he’d find what caused the power surge at Maggie’s beast of a bus. It hadn’t taken him long to regret leaving her on her own, and he was now desperately looking for a distraction. If not, there was a good chance he’d find himself racing back to her side to try to convince her he’d be worthy company for the night.
    There was nothing in the code, which meant it was outside interference, either a normally occurring surge that somehow managed to overpower the system or a device used to temporarily fry the connection. He should tell her. She’d want to know. Not that it couldn’t wait until morning. But if it was the latter and someone tripped the alarm, then she needed to be aware of it.
    And it had nothing to do with the fact that he couldn’t stop thinking of her. Damn it. How could he not after kissing her, touching her, seeing her half-naked? Hell, he wouldn’t be a guy if he didn’t still want her. The mere of thought of her had him going hard again. It was enough to have him grabbing his keys and heading out the door to see if they could pick up where they’d left off.
    There wasn’t a moment’s hesitation, his focus complete on the only thing that mattered in that moment. Maggie. It didn’t matter that she might think him crazy. Or that he didn’t want anything serious. Nor did he care that she might turn him away yet again. He just had to see her. Had to feel her lush lips on his, her curves against his body, the weight of her breast in his palm, the warmth of her in his lap.
    Occupied as he was with his thoughts, the drive was at once a blur while also lasting an eternity, taking him far too long to reach his destination. All he wanted was to be by her side. He thought of how he’d pull her into his arms the moment he got there. Kiss her. Hold her. Thought of how her breath would catch when he ran his hands down her back and nuzzled her, his stubble grazing the smooth skin of her neck as he nipped his way down the slope of her shoulder.
    He pulled up to the church and threw the car in park, a glow seeping out through the windshield of the bus and into the dark of night. He took a deep breath and a moment to calm himself before heading to her door and knocking. It took longer than he’d expected for her to answer, but knew she’d likely be checking her security monitors and overriding the systems before letting him in.
    The door opened, leaving her silhouetted in light. “Conall…what’s wrong?”
    “Nothing, lass.” He climbed the few steps between them, and wrapped an arm around her waist, covering her mouth with his, taking, tasting. Her eyes went wide, not having expected it, her body stiff, but only for a moment before going supple under his touch, though she still tried to hold him at bay, her hands on his chest.
    And then he knew why. “Maggie, is everything all right?”
    Conall pulled away, anger and jealousy balling up in his gut as he spotted Andrew. His hands curled into tight fists, his chest so tight he could barely breathe. It was like his past coming back to haunt him, his scars torn open. He turned a hard gaze on Maggie. “Ye want to tell me what’s going on here, Maggie?”
    “Not particularly-though I can tell ye, it’s not what ye think.” She crossed her arms in front of her