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innocent conversation between them was going to have mixed overtones, and she wasn’t sure how to stop that. And to be perfectly honest, she didn’t really want to. It felt good. She had no business engaging in it, but that didn’t make her want to stop.
    “No. I guess not.”
    She went over to Jack and said, “Come on, boy.” She walked towards the door and opened it.
    “I don’t think he’s going to cooperate.”
    She looked over her shoulder to see that Jack hadn’t done anything except lift his head.
    She slapped her thigh and pointed next to her right leg. Normally, he would already be sitting there looking obediently up at her. She got exasperated, because not only was it humiliating in front of Owen, but she was a freaking dog trainer. She would have said that Jack was the most well-behaved dog in New York City. Now she couldn’t even get him to come to her.
    She walked over and grasped his collar, then strained and stressed, but couldn’t budge him an inch. He not only wouldn’t get up, but he pulled back. “Jack!” she said in her sternest voice and he flinched, but refused to make eye contact. He made a pathetic noise deep in his chest.
    She bit her lip. It wasn’t as if she was immune to his needs. But he’d had his time with his girlfriend and now they needed to leave. She pulled harder and finally he rose, but planted his feet and pulled back again. Owen watched her with laughter lurking in his eyes, but she failed to see any amusement in this situation.
    When she straddled her dog, he laughed out loud, covering his mouth. She tried to walk Jack out of the apartment, but when she got about halfway across the room Jack collapsed, and Callie fell and rolled onto her back.
    Owen was now laughing freely as he reached down and helped her up.
    “He’s really putting up a protest. How about we watch a movie and then try to get him out? He’s obviously not ready to go.”
    “But I am. I’m ready to go, and he’s being terribly stubborn. Ever since he met your dog, I’ve lost control of him.”
    “Come on,” he chuckled. “Let’s watch One Hundred and One Dalmatians . There’s a bunch of really bad dogs. It’ll make you laugh.”
    “You have One Hundred and One Dalmatians ?” She arched a brow.
    He shrugged, an amused glint in his eye that only made him that more appealing. “Well, yeah. I like Disney movies. So sue me.”
    She held up her hands. “No, I think that’s pretty cute.”
    His lips curved a little and, too late, she remembered that part about his charm being more lethal when he was amused. “Just a bit of advice. Guys don’t like to be called cute.”
    “Because, well, One Hundred and One Dalmatians is so…ahhhh…manly.”
    He grabbed her by the neck and pulled her close. “Shut up. You’re hurting my feelings.”
    Callie laughed harder. “That’s because you’re so cute and precious.”
    They tussled for a moment until she accidently got him in the ribs and discovered he was ticklish. “Ah, the secret is out. Your Achilles heel.”
    “No, stop it,” he warned. They collapsed onto the couch until he effectively restrained her hands. But it was too late, she was on top of him, her hair had come out of its ponytail, and the feel of his hard body beneath hers was totally distracting.
    Harper’s words came back to her then, and she almost leaned forward. You’re going to have to sleep with him. It was an agonizing decision. She was torn between the promise of immediate, profound pleasure and the inevitable pain it would cost her. Now that she had gotten to know him, it would be even more difficult to let go. If they were physical, would it really get him out of her system?
    He said nothing, just looked up at her with that hopeful expression on his face. She swallowed, grabbing hold of her control. She had promised herself she wasn’t going to do this. Promised herself that she wasn’t going to get involved with bad boys any more. She pushed off his chest and sat