Page 30 of Flame
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“Why?”
He nestles against the back of the couch, making himself more comfortable. “I told you the first time we met—I want to know what goes on behind those bunny eyes.”
More specifically—I want to know what makes a little rabbit like you so damn hard she doesn’t flinch when a man presses a knife to her throat.
“Fine,” I concede. “But I still think you’ll find it boring.”
“Trust me, bunny.” His good arm crosses my chest, locking me to his side. “I could use a little boring in my life right about now.”
He sounds so genuinely eager it unnerves me.
A man begging for some hint of boring normalcy.
While I’m running from it.
