Taryn closed her eyes and swayed, her teeth clacking. That territorial puppy dog inside of me took over. I marched to the bed and stripped the blanket, pulled her in front of the stove, then held up the covers to grant her privacy. “Strip before you catch your death.” I expected her to argue, but she didn’t. She didn’t say a single word. The sodden, thin shirt hit the floor with a wet thwump, followed by her belt. A few seconds later, various herbs were tossed to the ground, followed by two carrots, cut in half, a couple radishes, and two kitchen linens. “Seducing me with your thieving ways
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I don't, I've tossed rule three by now.
