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And here’s a little snippet from Don’t Let Go before I get back to finishing a very important kiss between Elena and Vaughn 🙂 Enjoy!
Bree snorted. “What are you going to do—restrain me?”
“Now that you bring it up…”
“And now is not the time to be all flirty and cute with me.”
He dared to grin at her.
Tension stretched up the back of her neck, sinking deep into the muscles at her shoulder blades. “Let me get this straight. You don’t really think I killed Dade, but you still think I’m a flight risk?”
He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “A guy can never be too careful, especially when he puts his neck on the line.”
“And we’d hate to see any harm come to that.”
“Finally something we can both agree on.”
Bree waited a beat, then made a move.
He slapped a hand on the door near her head. “You’re not afraid to spend the night with me, are you?”
She damn well hadn’t been, right up until he said it in that dark, sexy voice. She forced herself to face him. “I don’t like being taken advantage of.”
One smooth dark brow arched. “Is that what I’m doing?”
“You’re using this as an excuse to hang around.”
“As much as I like you even I’m not that desperate for attention.”
She blew out a breath, hating her lack of options. “This really isn’t necessary.” The man was more stubborn than Mark or even her older brother. “I’m not going anywhere, Finn.”
“And I plan to make sure it stays that way.”
Somebody shoot her now. “For how long?” she asked, the demand lacking the intended bite. God, she was tired.
“So you’re telling me that if I try to leave my own house—”
“I’ll be right on your heels.”
Great. Just what she needed. “Are you going to watch me pee when that comes up, too?”
“That depends on how big your bathroom window is.”
“Rational thinking is highly overrated in situations like these. Much better to go on instinct.”
“And what is your instinct telling you now?” she fired off, wanting to push his buttons the way he kept pushing hers.
Instead of getting annoyed with her, he edged closer, his gaze dropping to her mouth. “That you should go to bed and lock your door.”