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shrugging off his jacket and handing it to her. She walked over to the coatrack, and he watched her every move. He had to clamp down on his lips to not let out a whistle. The woman had the most gorgeous legs he’d ever seen. When she turned around, there was no need to act innocent. He’d been caught red-handed checking out her legs.
    He cleared his throat. “Nice shoes.”
    “Thanks.”
    “Different.” Although he hadn’t been concentrating on her shoes, they were different. Striped.
    She glanced down at them. “Different but comfortable. Do you want your coffee out here or in the kitchen?”
    He shoved his hands inside the pockets of his jeans. “Where do you usually take yours?”
    “In the kitchen.”
    “Then lead the way.”
    And she did. He deliberately stayed a few paces behind her to check out her legs, waist and backside. And no, he had no shame. She had more sensuality in her walk than some women had in their entire bodies, and the male in him felt the need to take the time to appreciate it.
    She was wearing flats, but with her shapely calves he could just imagine those legs in a pair of stilettos. Her skirt was a decent length, but if it had been just a tad shorter he would probably have already had a heart attack. At that moment, he felt blood rushing straight to his groin.
    He walked into her kitchen and stopped, equally impressed by the custom maple cabinets, granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances. The high-top café table was facing a huge window overlooking her backyard, which included a view of the mountains.
    “How do you take your coffee?”
    He glanced over at her. “Black and as strong as you can get it.”
    She smiled. “My dad drinks his the same way.”
    “Does he?” he asked, sliding onto a bar stool.
    “Yes. My mom prefers hot chocolate and so did I.”
    She brought the coffee to him with a tray of sweet-smelling rolls. They looked fresh, hot and delicious. Just like her. He took a sip of coffee. It was good, just like he figured she would be. He bit into a roll and closed his eyes. It was delicious.
    He opened his eyes and found her smiling at him. “Hit a sweet tooth, huh?” she asked.
    If only she knew . “Homemade?”
    “Yes, one of my mom’s old recipes. She likes to bake.”
    “It’s delicious,” he said, taking another bite and then gobbling up the rest of it while thinking he would love gobbling her up in the same way.
    “You can have another. I ate a couple earlier.”
    “Thanks.” He didn’t waste time taking her up on her offer, grabbing another one off the plate and biting into it.
    “Thanks for bringing my scarf back, but like I told you, you didn’t have to do it. It could have waited.”
    Riley glanced over at her, thinking that, no, it could not have waited. He was one of those men who, once he made up his mind about something, there was no turning back, no hesitation and no stopping him. He hadn’t been in an affair for about four months now, mainly because he’d had a lot on his plate at the office while taking over for Dillon. Now that he had things at a level where he could work without too much stress, he had time for some of the finer, more enjoyable things in life. All work and no play wasn’t good for anyone.
    “The reason I brought the scarf back, Alpha, is because I wanted to see you again. And I would have found any excuse to do so.”
    He watched her expression. She probably hadn’t counted on him being so in-your-face honest. But he always was at the beginning of his affairs...and at the end.
    She licked her lips. He was beginning to recognize that as a sign that she was nervous. She held his gaze for a moment and asked after taking a sip of coffee, “Would you have...found any excuse?”
    “Yes. We’re adults, and I don’t like playing games. I believe in being up-front with any woman I’m interested in.”
    “And you’re interested in me?”
    He heard the surprise in her voice. “Yes, but you should have known that