The home felt different with her in it. More welcoming and somehow brighter. She’d only been there five minutes, and already the rooms seemed warmer with the sweet smell of orange blossoms hanging in the air. He had to shut down that kind of thinking right now. “When we get the chance, I’ll teach you some knife moves. Also, you should learn how to shoot a gun at some point.”

“Sure. Sounds like fun.” She yawned and covered her mouth with her hand.

Shaking her would be rude, so he tamped down his irritation. He pointed toward the master bedroom. “Why don’t you get some sleep? The room is yours.”

She paused and glanced toward the other bedroom and its closed door. “I’m not sleeping with you, Wolfe. The guest room will be fine.”

He smiled. Man, she was cute. Her blond hair was all ruffled around her shoulders, and her soft green eyes were glazed over and sleepy. She looked as sexy in the worn flannel and jeans as she had in the tight corset. He cleared his throat. “I know. I turned the other bedroom into an office, so I’ll bunk out on the sofa. I end up falling asleep there most nights, anyway.”

A plaintive meow caught his attention as a miniature kitten strutted out of the master bedroom, his damaged ear twitching. He blinked one green and one blue eye, saw Dana, and beelined to rub against her ankle. They were old friends.

She picked up the white fur ball and rubbed him against her cheek. “Hey, Kat. I wondered where you were hiding.”

Lucky cat. Wolfe had rescued him from a park near the office, cleaned him up, and let him pretty much do what he wanted. As he grew, his eyes had gone from all blue to just one blue and one green. It was pretty cool. His food bowl was full, as was his water, so he was content. The little bastard probably would sleep with Dana, so the kitten was one lucky feline.

“He’s almost too big for my jacket pocket, but not quite.” Wolfe’s leather jacket had hand pockets that were wide enough for the kitten to burrow into, if he so wished. Wolfe tossed several case files onto the table next to Dana’s research.

Her phone buzzed from her purse, and she sighed, reaching in to stop the noise.

His patience was close to an end, but he kept his voice mild. “Who is bothering you?”

“Nobody.” She stretched her neck, the movement both stubborn and sexy—an intriguing combination.

Heat ticked down his back. “I could take your phone from you, you know.”

Her eyebrows rose, and challenge filled her intelligent eyes. “But you won’t.”

She was correct. He wouldn’t take her phone because he didn’t have the right to do so. She wasn’t his, and she never would be. “I want to help.”