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since ye’ve involved me in this thing with Andrew, then I’d appreciate some honesty.”
    “And I don’t like rehashing things that are of no consequence. I never should have involved ye in this mess and for that I truly am sorry. I’m not normally one for regrets, Conall, but bleedin’ hell…if I could change it, I would.” She let out a frustrated sigh. What the hell was she supposed to do? Not like she could turn back time-and there was no point in upsetting him. Telling him what happened would only involve him further and escalate things with Andrew. “I’m going to burn the food.”
    She made her escape into the kitchen and busied herself with the finishing touches on dinner, though she could feel his hard gaze on her.
    “I’m not letting this go, Maggie. You got me involved and now that I am, I want the truth, damn it. I’ll not wander about clueless to what’s happening around me-especially when I’m mixed up in this mess.” He closed the distance between them, his movements stiff, contained, his voice strained under the control he was exerting. “Ye owe me that at least.”
    What the hell were they arguing about? It was clear he had a tendency to get annoyed pretty quickly, but she hadn’t expected to see any real heat-or passion-from him. The man was getting more interesting by the moment. Not that she would take advantage of all that pent-up tension. Nope-not at all.
    With her arms crossed in front of her chest, she cocked her head and pinned him with a stare, her lips curling in amusement. “Ye’re awfully persuasive, love, and sexy to boot. But if ye think I’m going to involve ye any further than I already have, then you can guess again. I may have screwed up by dragging ye into this, but I try to learn from my mistakes and I won’t let ye get caught up in this mess more than ye already are. Now if ye don’t mind, I’ve got dinner to serve.”
    Ignoring the curses he was mumbling under his breath, she turned back to the stove and pulled out the plates she had heating, setting them aside. Before she could reach for anything else, he spun her around and pulled her close.
    Her breath caught as he covered her mouth with his-taking, tasting-his stubble rough against her soft skin, a hint of pain to heighten the pleasure and send a shudder of need through her body. Fisting her hair, he pulled her head back to feast on her neck, nipping down the length of it, causing goose bumps to dance across her skin.
    His kiss deepened as he pushed her against the counter so her world fell away, so there was nothing but him, his hard muscular form, tense, pressed against hers, fueling her desires. She ran her hands down his chest and to his hips, pulling him closer. By the gods, she wanted him something fierce, then and there, dinner be damned.
    He pulled away just enough to break off their kiss, looked at her as if he’d devour her in a heartbeat, took yet another hard kiss, and then stepped away, leaving her reeling and desperate for him.
    His breathing was still heavy when he pinned her with a hard stare. “Don’t ye dare tell me Andrew doesn’t concern me-because it does, damn it. Now ye better tell me what the hell happened or ye’re on yer own.”
    After that kiss, his ultimatum was like a slap to the face, her shock warring with her anger. Well, she had more than enough of a temper to match his. “Like that, is it? Ye think you can just kiss me and then make demands? Well, I already told you I don’t need yer help, so you can go to hell, Conall Stewart. Get out. And don’t go thinking I’ll be coming by to walk yer dog, either.”
    “Good! Maybe I’ll finally get a bit of peace and quiet instead of getting woken up at the crack of dawn.”
    And just like that, he grabbed Piper and left, not another word spoken between them.
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    Maggie’s argument with Conall had put her in a sour mood, and with his end of the job easily managed from home, Conall had done just that. She hadn’t seen or