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come in first?” Her brows lifted in a delicate arch and she peered around him.
    Shit. Where was his head? Kaleb stepped back, making room for her to pass. “Of course.” Rosa eased over the threshold, the sweet scent of summer jasmine and pine finding its way into his nostrils. His skin tingled under the onslaught. Palms itched to reach out, pull her against his chest, and bury his face into the curve of her neck and just…breathe. Kaleb curled his fists, putting a chokehold on his control. God help him, the female made him nuts.
    “The place looks nice,” she said, pivoting around. “You’ve added some more furniture since I was last here.”
    “Yeah?” He closed the door and ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back over his head. “Thanks. I picked up a couple more chairs, lamps, that kind of stuff.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of his sweats, not sure what else to do with them. Awkward much, Dalton?
    “You still like it out here? It must be really quiet so far away from the rest of the pack.”
    “I love it.” He nodded. And he did. Having grown up the youngest of three by more than five years, he’d always been kind of a loner. He liked his privacy, especially after living with two older sisters. It had been like growing up with three mothers.
    Rosa smiled, her hands going for the deep pocket of her red hoodie. She looked as if she’d been out for a run or had recently left the gym in her soft white yoga pants.
    “You want something to drink?” Kaleb headed toward the kitchen. “Water, coffee?”
    “No. I’m good.” Rosa followed behind him but stopped short at the bar separating the breakfast area from the main galley. She leaned onto the faux stone surface, lacing her fingers.
    Pressing the button on the automatic drip, Kaleb watched as Rosa dug her teeth into her lower lip, her telltale sign when she was worried about something.
    “So, what’s going on?” Kaleb snagged a mug from the cupboard as the coffee pot gurgled. With all the crap going down with the Gregorsons, she had good reason to be preoccupied.
    “Not one much for chit-chat anymore, huh, Kaleb?” She grinned.
    Kaleb swapped out the pot for his mug, catching some of the fresh brew. A few seconds later, he yanked the cup free and replaced it with the glass carafe. Coffee in hand, he sauntered over to the alpha’s twin.
    “You know I’ve always been the quiet one.” At least, that was the case when he wasn’t drinking. He leaned over, curling one corner of his mouth up and slid his forearms onto the cool surface, facing Rosa. “Tell me, what sort of favor do you want from me, angel?”
    “Not the kind you’re thinking.” She smirked.
    “A guy can always dream, right?” He winked. “We’re not in middle school anymore.” Kaleb eased further forward until his knuckles brushed her fingertips.
    Rosa’s gaze drifted to where they touched. “No, you’re right. We’re not in school any longer. We’re all grown up, and I want you to teach me how to fight.” She looked up, her bright blue eyes locking with Kaleb’s.
    “What?” Kaleb drew back and straightened. Mental images of him and Rosa sparing, her body wrapped around his—under his. Kaleb’s cock jerked. Shit.
    “I want you to teach me how to defend myself. Hand-to-hand combat, mixed marital arts. Whatever it is you think would serve me best.”
    Shaking his head, Kaleb retreated deeper into the kitchen. He needed another cup, maybe a half dozen more cups of coffee before he could deal with this. Putting his hands all over Rosa would drive him nuts. All that contact would only serve to drive to the forefront of his mind what he was working damn hard to ignore: his desire for Rosa went a hell of lot deeper than friendship. “Why?” Was about the only coherent thing he could utter at the moment.
    “Why would I not want to learn?”
    Pouring another mug full of his favorite Columbian roast, he glanced back over his shoulder. “Because you