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behavior.” Goading her often worked.
    She cleared her throat. “The necklace you gave me three years ago for my birthday. I wear it all the time.”
    The silver dragonfly pendant had diamond and emerald chips. Buying jewelry for women wasn’t something he did often, but when he’d seen it, he had known it was the perfect gift. Though her birthday hadn’t been imminent, he had purchased it right away and held on to it for seven months. When she’d opened it, the expression on her face had been a priceless reward. He knew she loved it, but he also knew she was lying.
    He leaned forward and put his plate on the table. “That’s not what you were going to say.”
    “But it’s what I said.” She picked up both dishes and headed to the kitchen.
    Keith wasn’t quite finished with his, and she always asked before she took something that wasn’t empty. Her behavior confirmed his instinct. She was hiding something. The part of him that needed to be in control wouldn’t let her have this secret, no matter what his better sense said.
    He followed her into the kitchen. “Kat, the question shouldn’t be so hard to answer.”
    She set his plate on the island. “Are you not finished with that?”
    He took the remaining dish from her and set it down. Then he rested his palms on the counter on either side of her body, effectively caging her. He’d never used his physicality to bully her before, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself from doing it now. The sweet scent of her skin and the spiciness of the pizza drew him to her. The upper swell of her breasts strained against the tight fabric of her shirt, and her nipples hardened to points. She dropped her gaze, a subconscious and completely real act of submission.
    Leaning down, he captured her attention. Her breath caught. She wet her lips, and his cock noticed the delicate way her tongue darted out.
    What in the world had he given her that would make her react like this? Both his curiosity and his libido were piqued. One of them demanded an outlet. Unfortunately, it was the one he couldn’t assuage, not without losing everything.
    “Kat, what was the first thing that popped into your head?”
    She fidgeted, wringing her hands before she seemed to realize what she was doing. As a newer attorney, she had less experience with behaviors and tells than he did. She put her hands behind her, groping for the counter, but she came into contact with his wrists. Immediately, she folded her arms over her chest, hiding her vulnerabilities. “Keith, don’t.”
    He leaned closer, and her breath hitched. Her gaze flickered from his eyes to his lips and stayed there. Ions bounced between them. He really needed to back off, but a perverse streak of self-destructiveness asserted itself. “Don’t what?”
    She closed her eyes and exhaled a short stream of air. “Do you remember what you gave me for my eighteenth birthday?”
    Hell, yes . The memory of that kiss haunted him to this day. Her lips had tasted sweet, and that had nothing to do with the cherry lip gloss she had been wearing. It hadn’t been a deep kiss or a long kiss, and it had nearly knocked him on his ass. But maybe she meant the other gift, the one she had been able to open in front of everyone. The one he hadn’t made her swear to secrecy.
    He had to ask. “The shirt or the kiss?”
    She opened her eyes, but she didn’t meet his gaze. She looked at some point over his shoulder. “The kiss.”
    “That was your favorite gift?” The part of him that chose collars that would look good around her neck while she lay naked on his bed was absurdly pleased. He ignored the warning bells in his head. Messing with Kat could mean losing the family who had adopted him and saved what was left of his worthless soul.
    She shrugged. It wasn’t flirty or shy. It was the kind of shrug that communicated uncertainty and discomfort. “It was and it wasn’t.”
    He’d backed her into a corner. If she had been his, he would torment her