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An image of the two of us in bed together pops into my mind and I grit my teeth to fight off the shiver of desire.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

He holds up one of the cups in his hand. “I brought your favorite.”

“I have perfectly good coffee in here.” I arch a brow, challenging him, and visions of homicide creep into my mind when he laughs.

Well, at least one of us finds this amusing.

“Just take it, Kady. You really going to let it go to waste?”

Damn him.

Why does he have to know me so damn well? After growing up in group homes and foster care, I’m cheap as hell and can’t stand to let anything go to waste and he knows that. I rip the cup from his hand and take a sip, using all my energy to not give away just how good it tastes. Jack lets out a low growl from behind me and Noah turns to him.

“Cute dog.”

I glance over my shoulder as Jack lifts his head from his pillow and casts a disapproving glance at the door.

“Can I pet him?”

I purse my lips. “I would say yes but I don’t want him to catch anything. Rabies and Parvo are really contagious, you know.”

“You saying I’m a dog?” he asks, laying his hand on his heart. “That hurts, baby.”

“You’ll get over it.”

“I have an idea,” he murmurs as he steps closer to me and I back up. “Why don’t you stop beating around the bush and say what you really want to say to me?”

“What makes you think I have anything to say to you?”

He takes another step. My back presses against the open door as it hits the wall. “Because I can see the rage in your eyes every time you look at me and it’s not like you to hold back.”

“Yes, well, I’m a lady now.”

“What a shame,” he whispers, closing the distance between us and pressing his body against mine. “Who are you trying to fool? I want my Kady back. Why don’t you let her out to play for a little bit?”

I grit my teeth. “Your Kady died seven years ago.”

“Baby…” he breathes, taking a few steps back as his eyes widen and I grip the door as I move forward, forcing him back over the threshold.

“I think it’s time for you to go.”

I almost get the door shut when his hand shoots out, hitting the wood with a deafening crash, preventing me. Jack bolts to his feet, growling louder now, his gaze fixed on the man in front of me.

“No, Jack.” I turn back to Noah. “I think it’s time for you to leave.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I’ll call the police,” I threaten and he smiles, pushing the door open again as he takes a step toward me.

“No, you won’t. I can’t seem to figure out why yet but I know you don’t want the attention the police would bring.”

Fuck.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Noah studies me for a second before nodding. “Okay, tell you what… either call the cops or let me in so we can talk.”