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"Well, what?"

I lean forward.

"What are you going to do about it?"

His gaze drops to my mouth.

"You mean right now?"

I nod.

"Impatient little chaos."

His chair scrapes back.

Oh.

He comes around the table, stopping beside me.

"Stand up, darlin'."

I look up at him.

"Are you always this bossy before nine?"

"Only when a pretty lawyer drives me fucking crazy."

I smile as I rise.

He offers me his hand and draws me close.

For a moment, neither of us moves.

Then his hand settles against my cheek.

"You tell me if you want to stop."

I nod.

"Kierra."

"I'll tell you."

"Good."

I curl my fingers into his shirt.

"And for the record, I have no intention of stopping."

His mouth curves.

"Smartass."

"Frequently."

Then he kisses me.

And every sensible thought in my head disappears.