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a woman, not with the appropriate feelings to match those words. He would comment only on the last part. “I don’t think I’ve, ah, indulged any more than the average guy.”
    She arched her eyebrow and gave him a skeptical look. “Wow, you do have some modesty in there. Wait a minute. You said I revved your engine?”
    He replayed his earlier words. Yep, he sure had. “In an off-limits manner of speaking.”
    “And keep it that way. You’re totally not my type.”
    “Good.” Before the words
and what is your type
could come out of his mouth, she went on.
    “You’re too arrogant. Too good-looking. Clearly a player, and I have no idea how to play that game, nor any interest in doing so. Besides, I have more important things on my plate than satisfying the hunger of my flesh.”
    She had to go and put it that way, didn’t she? He focused on the second part of that sentence. “More important things like staying alive, I presume?”
    “Like saving animals.”
    Oh, buddy, he wished she did play for the other team. Because protecting thatbeautiful body wrapped around all that sass was going to be boo-coops harder now that he’d tasted her sweet mouth.

Chapter 2
    Addie wanted to deck him. Flat-out deck him and then punch him and then … kiss him.
No! You do not want to kiss him again. Well, mostly you don’t
.
    Why’d she go and tell him she was straight? That cover had saved her interminable hours of boring conversations, and now this man who technically worked for her father knew her secret.
    She surreptitiously glanced his way. The guy was a player, all right. He oozed confidence, and why shouldn’t he? Risk was built for sin, over six feet of solid muscle, short brown hair, and hazel eyes that were both world-weary and playful. She wasn’t sure how he pulled that off. Probably worked at it in front of a mirror for weeks. He had great hands, and the feel of them on her waist had shot heat through her. If Freedom hadn’t been on his lap, she might have crawled onto it herself.
    Bad idea, Addie. He’ll mess with your head and your heart and leave you a mess when he moves on to the next conquest
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    She needed to focus. The animals were more important than her love life. An activist friend of hers had fallen in love, leaving little time for the golden retriever rescue organization she’d founded while they dated and married; she’d lost her passion completely when he left her. Addie had decided long ago that giving up romance and family was worth pursuing her life’s purpose. Nuns did it for their religion. Some corporate climbers did for their careers.
    She thought of her mom, who was often torn between parental obligations and the charities whose boards she sat on.
Sometimes we have to sacrifice the things we want to do for the things we need to do. I’m sorry to miss your play, honey, but this event was set up long ago. You know I’ll be there in spirit
.
    Back then Addie didn’t know what sacrifice meant. So she’d wished with all of her heart that her mother could spend more time with her. Then she got her wish—in themost terrible way. Her mother grew tired and frail, hardly leaving the house unless it was to go to a doctor’s appointment. Addie was sure she’d given her mother cancer with her selfish desires. Addie had learned the meaning of sacrifice and given up everything she wanted in order to get what she needed: her mom well. She’d put her wishing power to work every day. But she’d failed.
    Risk lifted the empty bottle. “The kitten’s asleep.”
    Darn, if he didn’t look sexy-adorable with Freedom curled up on his lap, a content smile on her furry little lips.
Wouldn’t you like to be there instead?
    No, no, no!
    “Do you want to put her in her crate?” she asked.
    He set the bottle aside. “She’s fine now that she’s not kneading me.”
    Very sharp claws. Risk’s lap. She winced in sympathy. “Ouch.”
    “No kidding. Cute little spitfire, though. Sweet but full of