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she struggled to respond; she was too captivated by his eyes, his lips, his entire presence. Warning bells rang in her head, not good, not good. He leaned in a fraction closer and she wondered for a moment if he was going to try to kiss her. She didn’t know if she’d be able to resist if he did; but she didn’t flinch. At least she had that.
    A knowing smirk spread across his face as he backed off. She slowly released the breath she’d been holding. “Go on,” he said, his lips twitching with amusement. She followed the room signs and tried not to rush, tried to remain as unaffected as she could. It was all a facade, though; inside, she buzzed all over. He was wrong, all wrong, not her type at all - what the hell had come over her?
     

 
     
    Gunner chuckled to himself as he sped out of the motel parking lot. The girl appeared to be made of stone, but she was flesh and blood all right. When she finally reacted, when her eyes went wide and she held her breath, he felt like he’d won a prize. Bet I could melt all that ice, easy.
    But oh man, was she a problem, and trailing worse troubles with her. He had to get her out of town as quickly as possible. Part of him wanted to lie and tell her he’d searched for her sister and found nothing. But he’d said he would do it, so he’d do it - he’d make the one phone call, at least. Then he would chase her out with a torch and a pitchfork if he had to. He’d be in deep shit if anyone found out that he’d let her live, and even deeper if her own pursuer got involved.
    Doesn’t mean I can’t fuck her in the meantime, though. He knew he could if he played his cards right - he saw it on her face when the stony expression wavered, when he’d leaned in close. Maybe that’ll get her out of my head, too. He needed to exorcise her from his mind, and fast - it was becoming a distraction. There was no surer way to rid himself of his feelings for a girl than to expel them through his dick. If that made him a jerk, so be it.
    He left Yards a quick message from the convenience store, his voicemail saying, “Problem solved, just dealing with a little cleanup. Tell Jupiter.” Then he rushed through the aisles, grabbing snacks, hair dye, and scissors. He didn’t know why his stomach turned a little at the thought of dying and hacking off those honey-colored locks. Sure, he liked her hair, liked how soft it felt between his fingers when he’d touched it, but why should he care what happened to it? He took his annoyance out on the cashier, snarling for no reason while he bagged the items and bursting outside with a loud clatter when he knocked the door back with his shoulder. Get it together.
    Back at the motel, he knocked quietly, not wanting to startle her and not sure why he gave a shit. He could see her peek through the curtains before opening the door. “I saw you look,” he growled as he pushed past and kicked it shut behind him. “You need to be more subtle. That glass isn’t bulletproof.” The room was as he’d said - small but clean, with two beds, a desk and a dresser, and not much else. He hated the name of the motel - there wasn’t a single goddamn blue thing anywhere that he could see. He shoved the bag at her. “Go on.”
    She peered inside. “Black?”
    “It’s the opposite of blond, lady, and you’re kinda sorta blond, right?”
    “Well…”
    “Who cares. Get busy.” She gave him a side-eyed glance before pulling over a garbage can and sitting on the edge of the mattress.
    “I appreciate your help but you don’t need to babysit while I do this.” She pulled out the scissors and considered a lock of hair. Then paused and sighed.
    He grunted. “Give them to me.” She was right, he didn’t need to babysit, there were plenty of other things that he ought to be doing. Clean-up things. Club things. Managerial things, and not to mention getting some damn sleep. But he wasn’t going to do any of that. He was going to give in to his stupid impulses like