Stealing His Heart (Shillings Agency 2)
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He hugged her close. “But I was wrong. You’re not an ex-thief.”
“What?” She pulled back and stared at him. “Sure I am. You saw to it that the last thing I stole was the vase a week before you crashed back into my life. I’ve been on the straight and narrow ever since.”
“Nope. Wrong.” He lifted her chin. “You stole one more thing.”
She racked her memory, trying to recall what she could have taken. Then she remembered the first day at his house, how she had found that picture of him on his dresser and stuffed it in her bag. It was on her desk now, framed beside the picture of her, him, and Fluffy—who still didn’t trust Jake. “The picture?”
He grinned and shook his head. “You can keep that. I realized you took it that day, and didn’t give a damn.”
She sighed. “Then what?”
“My heart.” He kissed her gently and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “You stole my heart, and I never want it back.”
“Good. Because I’m not giving it back.”
He swept her into his arms and shut off the light. “Now, about that punishment…”