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door, hoping it was Leila...and that she came bearing something greasy and delicious because I was starved .
    I pulled open the door without even looking through the peephole, and my jaw dropped. Leila? Not so much. Liam Walker stood in the doorway, holding a bouquet and a sheepish expression.
    An involuntary smile stirred at my lips. This towering man with muscles rippling beneath his v-neck tee and even more masculine delights beneath his jeans looked positively adorable with his unsure smile as he awkwardly held out the flowers.
    “Hi!” he said gruffly, green eyes roping me in.
    I’d gazed into a guy’s eyes before, on set when I was playing a lovestruck teen, and in person when I halfheartedly dated my co-stars. I acted like a single look could melt me instantly, pretending that I could see their soul in their eyes. But this? This was different.
    His eyes thrust past my defenses. They saw things I’d never told anyone. Secrets that I never spoke aloud. That I was frightened. And in a blink of an eye, he was my gladiator, my champion, willing to slay anyone who threatened me harm. And then the green depths softened, sending a tingling warmth dancing over my flesh.
    I took a step back, accepting the flowers and ripping my eyes away from his before something crazy took root. This connection, the chemistry, was sexual and nothing more. That or my inner damsel in distress was mistaking gratitude for happily ever after. The memory of Sol’s office cured me of any romantic notions. There was only Sol’s fingers digging into my wrists, his body holding me hostage. His hands inside my jeans...
    I forced the memory away. From the awkward message Tempest had left a few hours ago, Sol Cole was losing no sleep about what he’d done to me. In fact, he was ‘rethinking whether we were a good fit’. I tilted my chin up defiantly. Good riddance .
    Liam combed his fingers through his hair, his voice a far cry from the confident one I remembered. “I wasn’t sure which flower was your favorite.”
    I glanced down, smiling at the wild flower arrangement. “I’m surprised you didn’t go with roses.”
    “You don’t strike me as a roses kind of girl.” He was relaxing, the cool, confident edge that drew me to him returning.
    I watched him, curious. “What kind of girl am I?”
    “Unique.”
    I made a face. “Unique?”
    “You know,” he winked, with a smirk teasing his lips. “Special. You’re the kind of girl that doesn’t want to be romanced or wooed.”
    I turned my back to him, lowering the flowers on the counter. They really were perfect. Wild and rustic, like the ones that grew in the woods behind my old house back in North Carolina. “So, you’re not romancing me even though you got me flowers?”
    “When I romance you, you’ll know it.”
    My skin hummed with need. When, not if.
    “The flowers are my apology,” he said after a moment.
    I arched my brows over my shoulder. “You don’t have to apologize for Solomon Cole. He deserved what he got.” And more.
    “Oh, I’m not sorry I knocked him on his ass. In fact, he should count himself lucky that he’s still walking and talking at all.”
    I smiled to myself. I knew it was twisted to derive pleasure from the visual of Liam pummeling that asshole, but I owned up to it. Sol deserved every blow.
    “I’m sorry that I made a detour after I got fired and talked Tempest into sneaking me your address.”
    I slid onto a stool and peered at him strangely until the weight of it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’d been so surprised to see him that I didn’t even consider the fact that my address wasn’t listed, so he had to either have connections or be really tenacious to figure out where I lived. Or crazy.
    But I wasn’t unnerved. Maybe it was the fact that I was in a shirt with more craters and holes in it than the moon, hands covered in rubber gloves, and hair piled in a greasy bun, and he still looked at me like I was gorgeous. Or maybe it was