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“Grace …” Something urgent was overtaking him, almost shaking him.

“Do you really think I don’t know you want me too?”

They were so close, the rain pounding down all around them, stranding them beneath a noisy umbrella. Wolfe Manor, with all of its howling ghosts and terrible memories, faded away until there was nothing but the weather, this umbrella, and this overly polite, overdressed woman who had somehow wedged herself under his skin.

And she was dismissing him.

“I want a great many things that are no good for me,” she told him. “No one should get everything they want. What kind of person would they be?”

“Me,” Lucas said, an odd note in his own voice, “They would be me.”

“Well,” she said after a moment. “Life is not about want, Mr Wolfe.”

Something passed between them, electric and alive, dancing in the breath of space between their bodies and jolting into him. “If I kissed you right now,” he said, his eyes trained on hers and the truth he could see there—the truth that resonated in him no matter what words she threw out to deny it, “I could make you forget your own name.”

That hung there like smoke for heartbeat, then another, and then, impossibly, she laughed.

At him.