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“And if I want more than one night?”

“For more than one night, you’re on your own. You have to figure out who I am for yourself.”

“Is that so? All I need to do is figure out yer identity for myself? Then ya’ll be mine?”

Her smile brightens. “Honey, if you work that hard, I’ll let you beat the brakes of this pussy. You would have earned it. My identity is kept locked down harder than Fort Knox.”

“Be careful what ya ask for, lass. I’m not some little boy for ya to play with. When I say yer mine, yer mine.”

“I’m not worried. I’m not going to tell you my name and you’re not going to find out who I am on your own.”

I sit back in my seat once again. This time I’m the one with the grin on my lips. I’ve accepted her terms.

“Love, ya should have asked about me before throwing down yer challenge. I curate information for a living. There’s nothing I can’t find out.”

I wink at her and lift my glass to finish off my drink. Dean visibly shivers and her eyes go to my lips as she licks her own. All thoughts of who she is to my nephew go out the window.

She’s going to make me shatter my rules.

CHAPTER6

Ronan the Cook

Dean

“What are you doing here?”

I step back to allow Ronan to enter the cabin. I’ve been working on some ideas. This place has my creative juices flowing.

I haven’t decided on my next move, but I need to get these thoughts out. If I don’t, I think I’ll bubble over with it all. Since they have a nanny on set, Kaye hasn’t needed my help as much with Dae-Dae.

I think both the kid and I are good with that. He has his little friends, and I have some time to figure my shit out without a four-year-old asking me twenty-one questions.

“I haven’t seen ya in a while. I thought I’d come by and check on ya.”

I turn to go to the table where I left my laptop open. I close the top before he can get a look at what I’m working on. I’ve become so much more guarded over my work.

“Shouldn’t you be researching?”

He walks up behind me and moves my locs from my neck. In the next move, he has me caged in by his strong arms as he buries his face in my neck. There goes that damn pulse.

“I’ve been doing my research. I thought maybe ya had time to change your mind. Put us both out of our misery. What’s yer name, love?”

“I didn’t take you for the type to give up. Or have you forgotten? If I tell you my name, you only get one night. Do you think that’s going to be enough for you?”

“Aye, I remember. I also remembered meself. I won’t need to find out yer name on my own to get ya back in me bed,” he says against my skin, then ghosts his face from my shoulder to my ear.

He inhales deeply. “I’ll have yer nex singing my name and yer kitty purring like an engine every time I walk in a room. My name will be tatted on yer skin after one fuck.

“You will tell me who ya are just to get back in me bed. That I am sure of, I am. I don’t have to play yer game for ya to be mine,” he says in my ear.

I fucking convulse in his arms. I’m playing with fire and know I am. Ronan is giving the novels I write and read a run for their money.

“I … I. Um … I need to get back to work. Did you need something?”

“Nope. I have some time on my hands. I could make ya dinner while ya work. Are ya writing about me?”

I roll my eyes and laugh. “No.”