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“You’ve never been on a date with a man?” Declan asked.

“No,” Danger said. “I don’t go on dates with men. I don’t have time for all that nonsense.”

“Have you ever had sex?” Declan asked. Sure, he was going to regret asking that, judging from the look on her face, but he had this strange desire to know.

“That’s definitely not your business,” she spat. “I don’t date, but I’m not a nun. I’ve been with men.”

“I thought that you said that it wasn’t my business?” he asked.

“I figured that you weren’t going to leave me alone unless I gave you an answer,” Danger said. “Now, can we please go into the house? I’m dying to get out of this car, and I really need to pee.”

“Fine, you go on in and I’ll grab our bags,” he offered.

“I don’t need you to fetch my bag for me, Declan,” she insisted.

“Fine, suit yourself. Go do your business and your bag will be waiting for you in the trunk,” he said. If she wanted to do things the hard way, he was willing to do that for her. In fact, he might even enjoy giving her a bit of hell.

Declan got settled and couldn’t help his chuckle when he heard Danger lugging her bags up the two flights of steps to the bedroom. And God, the look on her face when she realized that once again, there was only one bedroom, was nearly his undoing.

“Um, where’s the other bedroom?” she questioned.

“What do you mean?” he asked. Declan knew exactly what she meant. He had no idea that there was only one bedroom in the house either, but it seemed to be true.

“This is the only bedroom,” he said, “and, that is the only bed.” He pointed to the bed as if proving his statement.

“You can’t be serious,” she squealed, dropping her bags on the bed. “There has to be another bedroom in this place.”

“Well, I went through the whole house, and this is the only room with a bed in it,” Declan said.

“I’ll be right back,” Danger insisted, leaving him standing in the bedroom by himself. She just couldn’t seem to accept the reality of having to share a room with him—again. He could hear her rummaging through the house, and he couldn’t help his smile again. She wasn’t going to make this easy on him, and he kind of liked it that way. The women that he usually dated were the ones who were a little fiery, and he was sure that Danger would give him plenty of heat.

She returned to the room, out of breath and looking a bit more disgruntled than when she left a few minutes ago. “So, did you find another bedroom?” he asked. The house was three stories high, but small. If there was another bedroom, it would have been pretty easy to spot.

“I did not,” she breathed.

“Looks like we’ll be sharing a room again,” he taunted. He was pretty sure that he’d be banished to the tiny sofa, that looked very uncomfortable, in the living room. He almost groaned at how badly his back was going to be hurting in the morning.

“First, we weren’t sharing a room before. I slept in a bed, that you vacated, for a few hours. We did not share a room or a bed, Declan.” Every time she shouted his name, he felt a little hot under the collar. “Why the hell are you smiling at me?” she shouted.

“Because I think that you’re pretty hot when you say my name that way, Danger,” he breathed. He wasn’t sure if he had admitted that out loud or not. Judging from the look on her face, he had.

“What?” she asked. Danger pointed her finger at him, and it took every ounce of his self-restraint not to grab her hand and pull her into his body. “No,” she shouted at him.

“No, what?” he asked, pressing her further.

“No, you’re not allowed to say things like that to me,” she said.

“Like what?” he asked. He wasn’t about to make any of this easy on Danger.

“Like you think that I’m going to have sex with you,” she said. He didn’t think she was going to have sex with him; it wasn’t a given. But he sure hoped that she’d be up for some fun while they hid away from the Dead Rabbits.

“Sorry, my fault,” he said. “I was just trying to be honest with you. I mean, you did ask why I was smiling.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I asked,” she said. “I won’t make that same mistake again.”

“Noted,” Declan said. “So, what are we going to do about our sleeping arrangements?” he asked.

“I think that one of us should sleep on the sofa,” she said. He hated that she jumped right past sharing a bed to one of them sleeping on the sofa.

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