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“Youpwayin the snowwifme?” Finn bounced his way, my innocent son unable to feel the threat that rolled off the man. The child unable to understand why we couldn’t trust anyone.

“What, are you coming out here to play in the snow?” Theo enthused.

“Iwikesnow!” Finn giggled like mad, his shoulders squishing up to his ears.

“Well, I just so happen to have a sled. How about I go grab it, and I can give you a little ride?”

“I ride!” Finn agreed so easily.

That obsidian gaze flashed to me. Black charges of night that struck in the day.

Barbs so sharp they had the power to hook into my flesh.

Energy lashed in the middle of it.

Greed and interest and the kind of attraction that I absolutely couldn’t feel.

Nelly’s suggestion took the inopportune time to take a jaunt through my mind.

“What? Don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. Every time that man gets within a hundred feet of you, that poor, neglected body of yours just about combusts.”Combust might be an understatement.

If she had the first inclination the number of times I had thought about it since I met him.

What it would be like to reach out and run my fingertips along the raw beauty of his face.

To scratch my nails through his trim beard.

For him to stand over me as he peeled himself out of his jeans and?—

“You’re looking a little…dazed.” Theo’s voice cut through the dangerous fantasies. My attention snapped back to the here and now.

He had no idea.

Except with the smug expression he was wearing, I thought he might.

I shook myself out of it and let a scowl take to my brow. “It’s called squinting. The sun’s really bright against the snow.”

He studied me from across the space, that infuriating amusement that I couldn’t quite peg tugging at one side of his delicious mouth.

“Right.” He drew it out.

I huffed.

“Youpway?” Finn urged, bouncing in front of Theo again.

Theo’s attention dipped to him. “Yup. I’m just going to grab that sled. Be right back.”

He wound around him, all smooth, roughened arrogance.

The ground vibrated with each step that brought him in my direction.

“That’s not necessary. I’m sure you have a million things to do,” I muttered under my breath when he got close enough.

Trying to let him off the hook.

Okay, fine, trying to let myself off the hook.

“And miss the opportunity to hang out with my little Finn? Why would I want to do that?”