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should be illegal.
    “What do you mean your name is on the lease?”
    “I don’t think I stuttered, fireball.”
    “Fireball?” I spit incredulously. “You do realize that’s a character on Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer , don’t you?”
    His eyes darken like a sudden storm swept in. “God, Addy, you’re so fucking sexy when you get all riled up,” he rasps. His warm breath, which smells faintly of beer, showers over my face and drizzles slowly south. Then, oblivious to the fact his friend is standing twenty feet away, he grabs my hand and brashly brings it to his stiff erection just like he did at Livia’s wedding. “This is what your smart mouth does to me, fireball.”
    My thighs clench against the flood that just left my va-jay-jay. Curse this denim. I want to pull my hand away as much as I want to unzip his faded jeans and slip inside to feel the silky hardness my fingers are currently wrapped around. I’ve daydreamed about his cock a hundred times in the last few months wondering what his velvety skin would feel like against me, in me. Hell, I’ve daydreamed about it a lot longer than just three months.
    But I am not about to give Mr. I’ve-got-the-biggest-ego-of-the-century-going any more satisfaction of doing either. So, holding his eyes, I let a smirk tip my lips and let him hold fast to me, secretly relishing in the fact that I have remembered his impressive length accurately all this time.
    “Sounds like more of a Luke problem than it does mine.”
    A mirrored smile lifts the corner of his mouth, his hand tightening on mine. I have to fight my lids not to close in ecstasy. Oh God .
    “I think you’d like it to be an Addy solution , sweetheart.”
    I bristle. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
    “Don’t lie to yourself,” he retorts smugly.
    He holds us in this position for several long seconds, our eyes sparring. When he lets my hand go and it drops to my side, I almost whimper at the loss, the warmth of him still radiating in my palm. Neither of us moves a muscle, except for my heart, which is currently beating almost out of my chest in both rage and excitement. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on.
    Uh…that would be never.
    “How is your name on the lease, Luke?” I ask, lowering my voice.
    “I signed it when I helped Livia move here.”
    “Why?”
    “That’s not your business, Addy.”
    “Show me.”
    He barks a laugh. “Show you? What…don’t believe me, sweetheart?”
    “I’m not sure you’re trustworthy.” His eyes flare with hurt so fast I almost miss it, but I don’t. Then I immediately feel bad. Livia apparently trusted Luke, and I have no reason to think he would lie to me about something like this. “What if I don’t want you here?”
    “What if I don’t want you here?” he retorts, his hazel depths dancing with mirth.
    At five feet eight inches when I wear flats, I’m only about seven inches shorter than Luke. Today, I’m wearing three-inch heels, which brings my mouth in line with his scruffy jawline. The urge to lean in and take a long lick is almost overpowering. My hands curl into fists as I fight the itch to sink my fingers into his long dark locks and pull his mouth to mine.
    I lean up so our lips are a hairsbreadth away. They brush slightly when I whisper, “Liar.”
    Then before I can do something stupid, like close the millimeter that separates us, taking everything I want, I take a giant step back along with a deep cleansing breath. Except with every inhale I catch a lungful of Luke.
    Damn. Shit. Fuck.
    This is bad. So very bad. I cannot live with Luke Colloway. If I thought I had a hard time resisting him before, that will be nothing compared to living with the sensual, irresistible, walking, talking sex-on-a-stick twenty-fours a day.
    Gah!
    “I want you gone by morning,” I demand, turning to gather my stuff.
    “Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he calls behind me.
    I resist the overwhelming impulse to stomp out of the room like a