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“One wasn’t enough.” His voice lowers, sucking me in. “A hundred will never beenough.”

And that’s when I realize—I’m pretty sure this is a date. He’s right, too, about the kiss thing. A hundred will never be enough, not for me. I tip my chin back, silently telling him to go for it, to take his kiss and to stake hisclaim.

But he surprises me. His lips don’t land on my mouth, as I expected, but my cheek. Then my nose. Then my forehead.The forehead kiss.Oh, God, thisisa date. Heart squeezing with anticipation, I cup his cheek and bring his lips to mine. They collide, gentle, coaxing, so damn softly, andthat’swhen I know that Andre is trying to open up. He’s trying to be vulnerable. And that, more than anything,issexy.

He withdraws with a wink, then retakes his seat opposite me again. “All right, so, you heard from me. One thing that happened in this past year that I wanted you to know about. Tell meyours.”

Considering that my last year has been consumed by thoughts of this man, I go for blunt honesty. “You know that TV show,1000 WaysToDie?”

Slowly, he nods. “Yeah, whataboutit?”

Aboot.

Socute.

“Well,” I say, playing with my napkin, “I may have put a new spinonit.”

Andre sucks in a breath. “Damn. Zo, I mean, I don’t really know any policeofficersbut—”

I hold up a hand, cutting him off. “I didn’t kill anyone. Imayhave just spent a lot of time thinking about different ways to . . . tie you up, and take my revenge for skipping outonme.”

He doesn’t sayanything.

I don’t sayanything.

Welp, this just gotawkward.

But then he breaks the silence, his voice as dark as sin. “Howmanyways?”

My shouldersjerk. “What?”

His black eyes warm, and I feel the reciprocal heat in my lower body. “How many ways did you think of to tiemeup?”

Now you’ve done it. “Roughly one-hundred and seventy-five, if, you know, we’re taking into account locations in the world that I envisioneddoingso.”

In less than five seconds, it seems, Andre has dropped cash onto the table, our remaining food has been boxed, and we’re standing outside of La Cantina in the cold. Except that I don’t feel cold. If anything, I feel like I’m burning withfever.

“Have somewhere to be?” I hearmyselfask.

“Yup.” Andre encircles my shoulder with his arm, pulling me to him, and plants a hot kiss on my lips. “We’re going back to my house, and you’re starting with the first item on your list. I have only onerequest.”

My breathing is coming fast now, and I lift my gaze to his handsome face. “What’s that?” Iwhisper.

His lips find mine again. “That you’re one-hundred percentnaked.”

Igrin. “Done.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

ANDRE

Three Days Left...

Imade amistake.

What kind of mistake,youask?

Well, the kind where I let the most beautiful woman I know into my bed for four nights in a row. The kind of mistake where I wake up early, just so that I have time to cook her eggs and bacon each morning. The kind of mistake where I text her throughout the day because I want to see how she’sdoing.

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