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And you know what? I get it.

Because I’m in love, too.

With a Bull Shifter who calls me Mo Chroí and touches me like he can’t help himself and who makes me feel like I’m made of fire and silk.

With a man who holds me like I’m precious and fucks me like I’m his lifeline.

I don’t care what anyone else says.

Yeah, I know it all sounds fast, reckless, maybe even a little insane.

But love doesn’t always follow the rules.

And this? This is real.

I feel it with every breath.

Kian’s mine. And I’m his.

And I’ll fight to keep it that way.

My phone keeps pinging, dragging me out of my heart-flushed haze. When I finally check it, I frown at the multiple texts blinking up from Bob, my old boss at the bar.

Where are you?

You missed your shift.

Arliss, I know we argued, but I need you to come in.

Look, there’s a flu going around—please help me out.

I have your last paycheck. Plus a bonus if you come in tonight.

Damn it.

I’ve always had a soft spot for people in need.

I hit call, and Bob answers before the first ring even finishes.

“Arliss? Oh, thank God. Can you be here by seven?”

“Hold up.” I cut him off. “You remember what you said the last time I saw you, right?”

“Yeah, and I’m sorry, okay? I mean it. I’m desperate here. Rita’s sick. Loren too. Jenny tried to bartend, and it was like watching a toddler pour soup into a blender. It’s a mess. Please. Just this once.”

I sigh, checking the time. 5:32.

“I’ll come in. But at seven-thirty. That gives me two hours to shower and eat with my man.”

“What man? Never mind. Make it seven?”

“Seven-thirty or nothing.”

“Fine. Seven-thirty. You’re a saint. Thank you.”

“This is a one time thing, Bob. One night.”

“Got it. See you soon.”