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That neck is hella thick, too.Like a tree trunk.I see his hands gently stroking Pussy’s fur.They’re so big.He could grab my entire ass in one of his palms.

It may be in the low sixties out here, but I think I’m starting to sweat.

At this moment, as he sits on a log looking at me with that divot between his eyes, it’s like I’m seeing him for the first time.

He’s beautiful.

And I’m nuts.

Absolutely fucking nuts.

Nuts for allowing myself to feel attraction to—and indulge in sexual fantasies about—a man I don’t know and can’t trust.Because I’m on the run from the last man I mistakenly felt attracted to.

Only days ago, I witnessed some kind of gangland murder.I’m traumatized, for fuck’s sake.I don’t know what Niko will do to me if he finds me, though I’ve got a pretty good idea.

I don’t have time to lust after this Henry Cavill-looking genetic freak of gorgeousness.

I need to look away.Now.

He needs to look away.Now.

We shouldn’t be looking at each other like this.

But I can’t take my eyes off his face.There’s something in his expression that just made my belly flip and my heart pound.It’s thewayMacLaine’s looking at me.Not like other men always look at me.I have a lifetime of experience with that shit, and especially since I started dancing at Lynx.

But MacLaine’s not just looking.

He’s seeing.

This isn’t good.

I jump to my feet.“I need to go inside, Kevin.Take the horse and leave.I mean it.Don’t come back.Stay away.Please.”

I reach my arms out for Pussy, but she doesn’t come to me.She’s too comfortable.MacLaine doesn’t show any signs of handing her to me, either.I call my cat, but she ignores me.

Then the hot rancher lifts his gaze to my face, and I gasp.Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing?Is that the start of an actual smile?

I’m not sure I can handle it.

CHAPTER 15

Frankie

His grin is lopsided and tentative at first, but I watch, hypnotized, as those sexy lips slowly spread and open, revealing a set of white and straight teeth.And then…

Not fair, cowboy.Not fair at all.

A deep dimple just formed in his cheek—but only on one side.The man has a single dimple.How does that even happen?

He’s giving off “cute troublemaker” vibes, which makes no sense.His eyes are shining like those of an eleven-year-old caught eating cookie dough, not a grown man of his proportions.A dude this huge and powerful shouldn’t be able to pull off “adorable,” but he’s doing it.

He has no idea the effect his grin is having on me.

I want to kiss that dimple.I want to brush my thumb along that full bottom lip of his, and I want to softly press my mouth to his smile.

Not fucking fair.

“Come on, Pussy.Let’s roll.”My cat’s still ignoring me.