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Ford stepped over the glass and lifted me effortlessly onto the bar top.
I shrugged. I would do whatever it took to keep Bell safe.
“What. Were. You. Thinking?”
Before Bell could respond, there was a knock on the door. She pushed off the couch as if going to answer it, but I pinned her with a stare. “Don’t even think about it.”
It was a dangerous thing to forget because when fire was pointed at you, the burns could be lethal. But it was so damn beautiful to watch.
“Bell.” In one fluid movement, Ford pulled me from my chair and into his lap, wrapping his arms around me.
Ford chuckled, and Crosby let out a low whistle. “You’ve got a spitfire on your hands, buddy.” “Don’t I know it.”
