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little kissing last night? She hadn’t seemed to be when she’d cut it off and gone to bed. Did something happen he didn’t know about?
Something was suspicious. She kept avoiding his eyes and getting a slightly red flush on her tawny cheeks. Her dark eyes were shy but glittered at him when he wasn’t watching.
She wanted him; he knew that for sure. But he knew rushing her wasn’t right. He’d been happy to back off when she wanted him to. Well, happy wasn’t the right word. But he’d been perfectly okay with it.
He was getting to know her better, and it was only their third day together. Hopefully, by the end of seven, she’d be ready to commit.
He scratched his head at that one and then took a deep breath. Time to focus on what was ahead.
She was wearing a little black blazer over a tailored white shirt and belted black slacks. Very professional but perfect with her curves. He just wanted to undo all those buttons and pull off that belt, but that was neither here nor there.
The kids he was going to see needed him, and he loved doing things like this.
“To answer your question, I set up this kind of thing. Yes, sometimes I get calls to my manager. Calls like the ones you make, I guess. But I pick and choose what suits me. Often things to do with kids. I’m a sucker for them,” he said.
She grinned, the first uninhibited expression she’d displayed around him that morning, and then corrected herself back to her solemn, reserved mood.
He took her by the arm and pulled her aside, just in case it was something they could sort out before going inside. “Hey, is something wrong? Did something happen last night?”
She made a little noise and jerked away, her eyes darting to the ground, and he narrowed his gaze.
“Has someone threatened you?” he growled, and she looked at him with startled eyes.
“No.” She gaped at him. “Of course not.”
“Then why do you look scared?” he asked. “No, I guess not scared. Shaken.”
He didn’t like seeing his mate bothered. Even though she hadn’t accepted him, as far as he was concerned, she was his to take care of until she didn’t allow him to.
That thought was a very sad one. Not being able to take care of Stacy? That would suck.
“It’s just… Never mind. Can we just go in?”
“If you can cheer up and put a smile on,” he said. “You look like death warmed over when you scowl like that. These kids need smiles aplenty. Not scowls.”
She gave him a hesitant grin at that. “All right. I’ll chin up.”
He gave her a gentle chuck under the chin, and he suppressed a grin as he saw her hide a shiver as she reacted even to that small touch.
She had to be his mate. If she wasn’t, why would she ever react like that?
“So do you know any of the kids here?” she asked, changing the subject.
“No,” he said. “But I like all kids.” He held up his guitar. “And as long as I’m providing the entertainment, they seem to like me.”
She rolled her eyes, but her frequent eye rolls were coming off as more playful than annoyed lately. He hoped that was a sign he was winning her.
“All right,” she said, “let’s go in and play for some kids before your head gets any bigger.”
“Oh, my head can always get bigger.” He wiggled his brows. “Much bigger.”
She widened her eyes at him and then scoffed, waving a hand and walking in front of him into the hospital.
Flashes went off as they entered the lobby, and he put a hand up to block them. There was a small stage set up where he’d be performing, and chairs had been put in place for the kids to sit in. Then there were rows behind that.
He rubbed the back of his neck. He hated the hospital was being overrun with reporters, but hopefully they’d planned for this since they weren’t tossing them out. Maybe press releases about it would raise donations.
Nonetheless, he forced himself to think about the kids instead. All of them were seated up front, ignoring the cameras. Some of
Something was suspicious. She kept avoiding his eyes and getting a slightly red flush on her tawny cheeks. Her dark eyes were shy but glittered at him when he wasn’t watching.
She wanted him; he knew that for sure. But he knew rushing her wasn’t right. He’d been happy to back off when she wanted him to. Well, happy wasn’t the right word. But he’d been perfectly okay with it.
He was getting to know her better, and it was only their third day together. Hopefully, by the end of seven, she’d be ready to commit.
He scratched his head at that one and then took a deep breath. Time to focus on what was ahead.
She was wearing a little black blazer over a tailored white shirt and belted black slacks. Very professional but perfect with her curves. He just wanted to undo all those buttons and pull off that belt, but that was neither here nor there.
The kids he was going to see needed him, and he loved doing things like this.
“To answer your question, I set up this kind of thing. Yes, sometimes I get calls to my manager. Calls like the ones you make, I guess. But I pick and choose what suits me. Often things to do with kids. I’m a sucker for them,” he said.
She grinned, the first uninhibited expression she’d displayed around him that morning, and then corrected herself back to her solemn, reserved mood.
He took her by the arm and pulled her aside, just in case it was something they could sort out before going inside. “Hey, is something wrong? Did something happen last night?”
She made a little noise and jerked away, her eyes darting to the ground, and he narrowed his gaze.
“Has someone threatened you?” he growled, and she looked at him with startled eyes.
“No.” She gaped at him. “Of course not.”
“Then why do you look scared?” he asked. “No, I guess not scared. Shaken.”
He didn’t like seeing his mate bothered. Even though she hadn’t accepted him, as far as he was concerned, she was his to take care of until she didn’t allow him to.
That thought was a very sad one. Not being able to take care of Stacy? That would suck.
“It’s just… Never mind. Can we just go in?”
“If you can cheer up and put a smile on,” he said. “You look like death warmed over when you scowl like that. These kids need smiles aplenty. Not scowls.”
She gave him a hesitant grin at that. “All right. I’ll chin up.”
He gave her a gentle chuck under the chin, and he suppressed a grin as he saw her hide a shiver as she reacted even to that small touch.
She had to be his mate. If she wasn’t, why would she ever react like that?
“So do you know any of the kids here?” she asked, changing the subject.
“No,” he said. “But I like all kids.” He held up his guitar. “And as long as I’m providing the entertainment, they seem to like me.”
She rolled her eyes, but her frequent eye rolls were coming off as more playful than annoyed lately. He hoped that was a sign he was winning her.
“All right,” she said, “let’s go in and play for some kids before your head gets any bigger.”
“Oh, my head can always get bigger.” He wiggled his brows. “Much bigger.”
She widened her eyes at him and then scoffed, waving a hand and walking in front of him into the hospital.
Flashes went off as they entered the lobby, and he put a hand up to block them. There was a small stage set up where he’d be performing, and chairs had been put in place for the kids to sit in. Then there were rows behind that.
He rubbed the back of his neck. He hated the hospital was being overrun with reporters, but hopefully they’d planned for this since they weren’t tossing them out. Maybe press releases about it would raise donations.
Nonetheless, he forced himself to think about the kids instead. All of them were seated up front, ignoring the cameras. Some of
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