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“I hope you’re not one of those black-widow serial killers.”

“You found me out,” Lila said. “Now I’m going to kiss you to death.”

“You sound awfully chipper when you talk about murder,” Clint said, well aware that he’d stopped trying to get her to open up to him.

Avoiding the gearshift, she pressed against him, parting her lips and welcoming his tongue. The sweet taste of her mouth lured him closer, deeper.

Finally she pulled back. “Thanks,” she said, looking him in the eyes, “for offering to listen. I need this more.”

Absorbing the meaning behind her words, he nodded slowly.

He was her distraction. Not that he felt used. For whatever reason she felt safe with him, confident that he understood this was just a fling. That it would all come to an end the day the movie wrapped up and she left.

She’d said she needed this, and he was happy to give it to her. Hell, he’d give her anything she wanted for as long as she’d let him.

He cupped her chin and brought her face closer. “Kiss me.”