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so busy that she couldn't stay on top of her latest book boyfriend. On top of … If only. Maybe it was her recent encounter with the crazy hottie, but for the first time she was thinking seriously—Wine & Whine Wednesdays with her dear roommates aside—about just how long it'd been since she had anyone on top of her besides her paperback hero as she fell asleep in her rented double bed.
    The gnarly scar on her skull—not to mention debilitating grief and guilt—had ruined the chance of a hookup with some cute doctor or fellow trauma patient while she’d been in the hospital and rehab. And in the six months since, even with the thick, wavy brown hair she’d inherited from the Puerto Rican side of her family finally covering the scar, she just hadn’t gotten around to making sure all parts of her still worked. The lingering confusion and shakiness left her unwilling to open herself up to anyone new, and the nightmares that still sometimes brought her bolting out of sleep took up enough room in her bed.
    She sighed and settled in for the condolence of at least some vicarious sex, keeping one ear peeled for the ring of the cowbell above the front door.
    Just when she was getting to the good part, the raucous clank of the bell startled her upright. Her pulse stuttered. So much for listening for customers. She slid the book under the counter, naked chest cover down, and pasted on a welcoming smile between the warm flush in her cheeks.
    Until she saw who walked in.
    The breadth of him in the doorway blocked out the daylight, as if night had fallen early, and the silver studs on his jacket glinted like stars. “Zoe Nazario.”
    “What do you want now?” She rose warily from her stool behind the counter, glad for the wide bank of glass and garbage between her and the crazy hottie. Maybe it was because he had startled her, or maybe because she’d just been reading the good parts, but her heart beat faster. “I told you, I’m not going anywhere with you.”
    His jaw flexed. “Yes, you were clear that I was not to your taste.”
    Thanks to the romance novel, her rattled brain immediately served up an image of her slanting a kiss over the hard set of his mouth. She curled her lips inward to stop her panting tongue from flapping out. The salty-sweetness of the popcorn she'd eaten earlier tingled on her tongue. Oh sure, now her brain decided to work, firing all sorts of senses and images at her. She struggled to remember why she’d decided dating was such a bad idea.
    “—So if you’d give it back.” He stared at her expectantly.
    She stared back. He’d been talking and she’d been distracted. Oh yeah, that was why—one reason, anyway—she wasn’t seeing anyone. Seeing anyone while she could barely see at all and couldn’t keep up with her own brain, much less someone else’s, was a sure-fire disaster. “Give what back?”
    He lifted his chin, watching her from his greater height as if he suspected she was messing with him. She wished it was that simple.
    “I wasn't listening,” she said. “Give what back?”
    His brow furrowed. He clearly wasn't used to being ignored or questioned. “Since you rejected my profile, I would like it back.” He crossed his arms over his chest, which made his broad shoulders seem wider, blocking even more of the light.
    “Your profile?” God, she hated echoing everything he said. He must think she was an idiot. “I told you I'm not part of any dating service.”
    “So you said, and so you should return the profile to me.”
    She crossed her arms, once again echoing him. She dropped her arms to her side awkwardly. “I don't know what you're talking about.”
    “That's a good thing for you.” He took a deep breath that raised his crossed arms. “Maybe you found it. It looks like a small cube—”
    “Oh!” She glanced at her sweater hanging from the end of the counter.
    He followed her gaze and strode toward her sweater.
    “Hey. You can't just—”
    He lifted the heavy