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"What are you thinking?" he ht be July, but being surrounded by water on all sides, there was a constant flow of air

"I’ to kiss me or not"

"I knohat I did at the condo earlier and I swear I’nals I just don’t want to take things too fast between us Not until…" Sighing, he trailed off and looked away from her for a moment

The line of his jaas hard, clenched She wanted to reach up and trace it with her finger, but resisted the urge She had a feeling she understood what he wasn’t saying out loud He didn’t want to cross a line until he knehat he wanted between them Which she actually understood But it didn’t e the past, couldn’t change her decision Knohat she did now, she wasn’t so sure she’d havehowto get over him and she never truly had She’d just co anymore

When he’d ordered her out of his ho, but she’d been prepared to deal with it Now that he’d followed her, her eet out of here," she er, her body and heart craving what they couldn’t have

"Hold on" His voice was low and harsh and his body had gone suddenly rigid

Peering around him, she spotted a driver covered froe considering it was July, but the person had on a long-sleeved T-shirt, a helmet with dark tint and…what the hell?

Jordan blinked, not sure what she was seeing It al up on the other side of the bike Was it on fire? Wanting to help, she shoved away from the wall, but Vincent held her in place

She started to ask hi when she realized the bike wasn’t on fire The driver was holding a bottle and it had fla Molotov cocktail The driver hauled back an arht at them!

Her body tensed, her heart rate going into overdrive, but before she could react, Vincent cursed and tackled her to the ground All the air whooshed out of her lungs as an explosion of fire and glass crashed against the wall above them Shards rained down on the pieces just as a second explosion of fire shattered lower against the wall

The sideas unforgiving against their bodies as Vincent kept rolling theing through her system, she wasn’t hurt except for a few scrapes on her elbows

Vincent pushed off her before she could take stock of him He jumped to his feet, every line of his body pulled taut as if he was ready to take off after the attacker on foot But the squeal of tires had hi, she started to follow his lead, then he crouched down to where she sat on the edge of the sidewalk

He gently cupped her cheek as he assessed her face then scanned her body "Baby, are you hurt anywhere?"

She sed, struggled to find her voice "No, just…stunned Did someone actually throw a Molotov cocktail at us? That’s insane"

His jaas tight as he nodded "They took off but I got the license plate" He glanced around again at the sound of footsteps pounding the paveed boys with dark tans wearing only board shorts and flip-flops hurried down the sidewalk toward theood, thanks" Vincent said as he helped her to her feet

An uncontrollable shake rippled through her

"We called the cops," one of them said His blond hair was spiked and messy

"Thanks," Vincent mur straight Wasn’t thinking at all She looked up at Vincent "Did you get hurt?" She realized she hadn’t even asked him that

His expression was soft as he shook his head "No, baby I’ve been in worse scrapes than this"