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Snaps’ head popped up, he sniffed, looked back at Andino, and then started eating again.

“Really?” Andino asked. “You’re getting lazy.”

Some guard dog.

Andino corrected his inner thoughts as he headed for the entryway—Snaps was a good guard dog, and he was the best protection Andino had considering no one ever saw Snaps coming for their throat until it was too late.

But inside his house?

Snaps just wanted to be a dog.

Usually.

Andino didn’t even bother to check the window behind the sheer curtains to see who was waiting outside on the front step before he yanked open the door—probably a mistake, all things considered. He might have appreciated the extra two or three seconds to prepare himself for the tornado standing there with blazing blue eyes, and blonde hair streaked with purple and teal.

Andino hadn’t lied the night before.

This woman looked good.

Damn good.

Skinny jeans that molded to her legs. A trench coat tied tight at her middle to show off that trim, sexy waist of hers. Suede boots with a couple of inches on the heels to add to those long legs she had going on. Her face was mostly clear of makeup, and she’d thrown her hair up into a messy bun. Yet, it all looked effortless, and beautiful.

Christ, yeah, she looked good.

“Was there some point to that last night?” Haven asked the second Andino opened the door. “Were you just trying to prove something—was that it?”

He glanced up at her face—entirely unashamed that she probably watched him check her out—to find she was glaring at him. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know, Andino.”

“I don’t know—”

Haven’s hand came up to land against Andino’s chest, and then she pushed hard enough to make him take a wide step back inside his house. She was quick to follow behind, and slam the door closed. Once they were inside, she rounded on him again with those blazing eyes intent on burning him to the ground right where he stood.

Fuck.

She looked better when she was pissed off.

He should get her that way more often.

Snaps came around the corner, and down the hall with his tail wagging damn near to the second he heard Haven’s voice echoing in the house. Had it been anyone else who raised their voice and put their hand on Andino, that dog would have ripped them to shreds.

But this was Haven.

Snaps never even growled at her before.

From the jump, too.

Like the dog just … knew.

This woman was something—something amazing, and something important to Andino. They just hadn’t figured out the details yet.

“Hey, buddy,” Haven greeted the dog, running her hand over the top of his head.

“He misses you,” Andino said.

Haven’s gaze narrowed as it landed on him again. “Oh, does he?”