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“Abby,” he said cajolingly. “Look at me.”

She kept her gaze on the floor. He moved closer. He stopped when he stood in front of her and touched her cheek with his finger. A shock like a bolt of electricity went through him when she flinched away.

“Abby.” He dropped his hand immediately, gazing down at her in horror. “I would never hurt you.”

“Please leave. I want you to go.”

He hated the vulnerability in her voice. “Okay, sw—Abby, I’m going. I just want you to know that my family does owe you a debt. And we always repay them. So, I’m going to leave my card with my private number. You call me if you need anything. Anything at all. Understand?”

He pulled his wallet out and grabbed his business card. It wasn’t the one he gave to just anyone, but a special one for his long-term clients. He held it out.

She didn’t take it.

His frustration grew. He pulled on the control that he’d honed in his years as a SEAL, and a Dom.

“Abby, take the card.”

“You don’t owe me anything,” she said stubbornly.

“Abby, I get that you’re upset with me. You have good reason. I’m not the kind of guy you need.”

But he could find her the sort of guy she needed. The ranch was filled with Daddy Doms searching for a Little. So why hadn’t she been snapped up already?

“More like I’m not the sort of woman you want, right?” she asked angrily.

“That’s not what I meant.” Only wasn’t it? Even he could hear the lack of conviction in his voice.

“Leave, Kent. Before I call the sheriff.”

“I’m not going until you take the card and promise me you will call if you need something.”

She stared up at him, her jaw set firmly.

“Funny, I did not pick you as the stubborn type.”

“Because I’m so quiet and boring?”

He narrowed his gaze. “That’s the last time I want to hear you say that about yourself. And don’t think I’ve forgotten what you called yourself earlier.”

She just glared at him. “It’s not any of your business what I call myself. You came here to pay a debt. It’s paid. We both made a mistake, our lips met. Big deal. We’re both adults. Now, I want to go to sleep. I’m tired. So please leave.”

“Easiest way to get me to go is to take the damn card.”

She reached up and snatched it out of his hand. “Fine. I’ve got it. Now go.”

“Promise.”

“Urgh!” She threw her hands up in the air and stomped her foot down. Oh, there was most definitely a temper under all that shyness. And that small stomp of her foot would find his lap under different circumstances.

You don’t want a Little. You don’t want her.

Well, his erection would beg to differ.

Just as well he didn’t make decisions based on what state his dick was in.

“Promise me, Abby. I need to know that if you’re in trouble that you will call me.”

“I don’t get in trouble.” She yawned and a shiver ran through her. She was standing by the open door dressed in threadbare pajamas. She was exhausted. And he was badgering her.