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you go home and make me a cup of your fancy coffee while I lock up?”
    She nodded and continued to her home. Gabe took in her ridiculous pink pajamas as she walked away. A large rabbit sat on each of her butt cheeks. He watched them rise and sink while the carrot in their hands waved at him with each step she took. For some reason, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. “Pitiful,” he mumbled and adjusted himself. While his two heads warred with each other about his sanity, Gabe walked back to his house to put on some clothes and lock up.

Chapter Nine
    Being Intimate
    Lauren closed the door behind her. She rested her back against its frame and tried to catch her breath. Every organ in her body was currently overheating.
    What the hell did I just do?
    She sought him out. He wanted her and she wanted him. There was obvious chemistry but he pushed her away. More painful than the rejection was what he said…because he was right. She was using him. Her chest tightened and face burned with shame. The person she tried so hard to be and the one she became tonight were complete opposites. As tears filled her eyes, she blinked them away and gripped the doorknob.
    Damn it. No more crying.
    Jack licked her hand. She rubbed his head and walked to the kitchen. Coffee needed to be made for a man she barely knew but was willing to have sex with.
    I’ve lost my freakin’ mind.
    The anxious voice in the back of her head, which sounded an awful lot like Mrs. Rourke, whispered, “Be careful. After all, he is a stranger.”
    Chuckling, she poured herself a glass of wine. Be careful of what? Being taken advantage of? He might steal her money, possibly even her dog, but she was pretty sure he’d leave her honor intact. Which was fine. She was doing an amazing job of destroying that on her own. The memory of groping him made her shudder. Gulping down the drink, she shook her head. It was going to take more than self-talk to calm her nerves.
    By the time Gabe arrived, Lauren had finished her second glass of wine and was preparing a statement of apology.
    Her mouth went dry as soon as the screen door opened. “Hello” seemed like a dumb thing to say after feeling him up a few minutes ago. As she poured herself another serving of courage, she waved toward the counter. “Coffee’s ready, help yourself.”
    “Perfect.” Gabe’s fingers caressed the back of her hand before he made his way into the kitchen. Her skin and feminine parts tingled from the contact, making a difficult situation even more complicated. She put the bottle of sweet red down and watched his foggy silhouette. Somehow the topic of what happened outside needed to be broached.
    Jack nuzzled her, encouraging the discussion. First another long sip. Sweet raspberry warmed her as it flowed down her throat. She walked to the living room and sat on the sofa. Head bowed, she fidgeted with the rim of her glass. “About earlier in the backyard.”
    The metal spoon dinged against his ceramic mug while he stirred. “What about it?”
    “It shouldn’t have happened.” Lauren listened for his response. He took a gulp of his drink, swallowed and took another drink before resting the cup on the marble surface.
    When his footsteps approached, she held her breath. Unfortunately, the breath she held was mixed with a musky mix of cedar and…pine? The sofa dipped. His jeans pressed against her flannelled thigh. Lauren cringed while her imagination buzzed with his potential responses. Sexual harassment charges being the worst.
    He cleared his throat and took her drink from her clenched hand. The base clinked against the wood when he placed it on the table. “Which part shouldn’t have happened?”
    “All of it.” Unsure of what to do with her nervous fingers, she tucked them under her rear.
    Gabe chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I should probably apologize for the morning when I trapped you in the kitchen.”
    Her face heated. “You didn’t grope me. There’s a