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He doesn’t move, clearly enjoying the attention.

I don’t blame him.

“Look at this guy. I can’t believe he’s still here. I wanted to adopt him back in September.”

The woman chimes in. “He went to a home on trial, but he never warmed up to them. I suppose it wasn’t meant to be.”

Andy’s eyes widen on the rabbit.

Oh, no.

“Can we have him, Dad?” My kid’s voice lifts hopefully.

“Andy, a pet is a lot of work.”

“I’ll take care of him!”

“He’s not for us.”

“Just pet him,” Kat says.

I reluctantly stretch out a hand. My stress melts away.

“See?” she prompts, as if she knows exactly what’s going through me.

Which is impossible, because I barely have a handle on it.

I love the feel of her in bed, but I also like her this way. Fully clothed and curious and showing me there’s a better way to live.

When I pry my kid away, we head for the door, thanking the woman who accommodated us.

“This is all your fault,” I murmur to Kat.

“You can punish me for it later.”

Her wink has me forgetting all about the shelter.

24

KAT

French toast is the perfect food.

It’s warm and sweet and comforting, but it’s not fake. Because under the syrup and powdered sugar it’s eggs and bread. You know. Real shit.

This entire morning was fun, in fact. I didn’t think about anything except being with Daniel and Andy.

And then there was last night.

The way he kissed me and touched me, the way he wanted me and showed me how much he did…I’ve never been treated like that before.

When I woke up this morning, the bed was warm and empty next to me, and my stomach sank.

It wasn’t until he came back in the door that I felt the tell-tale thump in my chest.

Sex-starved college senior, 1. Hot guy from last night who turns out to be your French toast buying boss by light of day, 100.

Having feelings for your older boss who’s a single dad and a widower is the definition of complicated.

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