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  3. CLAWS & CROCHET
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  64. EPILOGUE
  65. VISIT FOLK HAVEN
  66. SEDUCED BY A SELKIE
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  68. ALSO BY LAUREN CONNOLLY
  69. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“I can fix it,” a gruff voice announces, shocking me out of my lust inferno. The owner of the shop—Harvey, I think Warner called him—lets the door swing shut behind him as he reenters the garage.

Thank goodness I didn’t succeed in fucking Warner here.

Still, an awkward silence descends over our group when Harvey’s eyes land on me and his face gets a deer-in-the-headlights look. I glance down at myself, remembering the handprints on my boobs.

In the last few minutes, I have acquired a variety of stains on my dress. There are streaks on my waist and the skirt, where I pressed up against Warner, and I’m betting I have a few more clear handprints on my ass.

But who cares?

I’m about to fuck the guy. So what if the foreplay got a little dirty?

Harvey clears his throat, and a frown mars his whiskered face. “Your talk go well?”

“It’s not—” Warner starts, but I cut him off.

“Just look at me.” I twirl to show off the variety of oil stains on my once-pure-white dress. “Of course it did!” I end my display by letting all my excitement for what’s about to happen infuse my grin. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind letting me know the damage, we can get settled up. And then I can take Mr. Handsy home with me.”

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WARNER

We end up at my place, mainly because it’s closer.

And I need to be alone with Zoey as soon as possible.

Anticipation thrums between us, but we haven’t kissed again since Harvey’s sudden appearance broke us apart.

I’m biding my time.

“How long have you lived here?”

Zoey trails her fingers along the back of my sofa. I imagine those fingers giving my skin the same treatment.

I’m so frantic for her that I’ve situated myself on the opposite side of the room, trying to get enough distance that I can remind myself how to treat this gorgeous woman with respect rather than ravage her like a beast.

But, damn, her proximity brings out my animal.

“Three years,” I can’t suppress the needy growl in my voice.

A smile curves her mouth. “Any roommates?”

“No. Just me.”

She meets my eyes, her stare wicked. “Good.” Then, her fingers are at the edge of her skirt, pulling the material up and over her head until she’s on display, dressed only in some peachy underwear that almost exactly matches her skin tone.