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hobby.” My pulse kicks into overdrive when he studies the spot where the necklace disappeared. I scoot away before he decides to reach for it again. “I make all kinds of things. Rings, bracelets, earrings…”
    His eyes are on my face, studying me with what seems to be genuine interest. “Can you make me something?”
    I narrow my eyes at him. “Like what? Would you like to put in an order for one of your hussies?”
    “You’re too suspicious, Mittens. Can’t you make men’s jewelry? Like a ring or something?”
    “I am not putting a ring on your finger.”
    He laughs, and I make the mistake of shifting my gaze downward to his lips. When the heated silence becomes too much to handle, I ask, “Don’t you have any hobbies, Brooks?”
    He smiles. “Define hobbies.”
    I narrow my eyes at him. “Calculating the notches on your belt doesn’t count.”
    He shakes his head in amusement. “Okay, well, if that doesn’t count, then I guess my hobby would be that I collect vinyl.”
    “Like old records?”
    He nods, inching his way closer. “Yeah, I love all kinds of music. And I would buy pretty much anything I could play on one of my mother’s old turn tables.” And before I can even comprehend what’s happening, he cradles the back of my neck in his strong hand, his eyes burning into mine. “What about you, Mittens? Tell me something else about you.”
    I swallow hard. “Like what?”
    Cash’s arousing smell surrounds me as he says against my lips. “Like what it’s going to take for me to have you?”
    I shake my head. “Not going to happen, Brooks.”
    “Why’s that?” He wraps his fingers in my curls, and a tiny sound escapes my lips. He brushes his thumb against my cheek. “You’re gorgeous and I want you. Isn’t that enough?”
    “You think I’m gorgeous?” The quiver in my voice is undeniable. I fight not to melt in his arms.
    Cash moves his hands down my sides and stops at my hips. “Come on, Mittens. You’re gorgeous and you know it.” He slips his fingers under the hem of my shirt, touching my bare back “I want you, Mittens. Bad.”
    I shiver, feeling his strong warm hands continue to snake their way up my spine. Don’t give in! You will regret this in the morning. Clearing my throat, I wrap my five fingers around his tie, pulling him into my chest. “I’m not some puck bunny.”
    His mouth is so close to mine; I can feel the heat from his breath. “Just because I invited you to the after-party and said you’re gorgeous, you think I’m treating you like a puck bunny?”
    I laugh. “Yes. And the last thing I should have done was come to the party.”
    Cash pauses, his hands cradling either side of my face. “Why? What’s the big deal?”
    “Are you kidding? You and I both know what those parties are all about. I work for the Bruisers as the marketing coordinator, not the team escort.” Letting go of his tie, I shove him backward against the hard leather.
    “Come on, Mittens, you don’t think I know that?”
    “Then why did you invite me there? From what I saw there were more than enough women at that party fawning over you.”
    He leans forward, touching my lips with his finger, silencing me. “Yeah, but, I don’t want those women. I want you.”
    “I find that hard to believe.” I roll my eyes.
    “What’s your deal, Quinn?” He grips my grin and brings my gaze in line with his. “Why are you so uptight?”
    For a moment, the limo is silent and all I can hear is my heart beating loudly in my chest. And even though I barely know him, the way his eyes study me, tells me he can see right into the constant ache I have buried deep inside. But I will never admit anything out loud, because that would mean someone like Cash, a hot tempered bad boy with a terrible case of womanizing-syndrome would be the one to break me.
    “I’ve had to grow up pretty fast,” I feel him wrap his free hand around my nape, brushing a ringlet of hair away from my eyes. “And if you must